#1
There’s an oak tree,
on the western plain.
It calls for me,
it knows my name.
Me and that tree,
are forever intertwined.
It knows the life,
that I left behind.

Please tell my boy,
the day might come,
when you have to use,
your father’s gun.
And when he’s older,
take him to see,
and tell him the story,
of that oak tree

Sweet Jesus, take my hand,
and guide me into that promised land.
I guess I shook mine, with the wrong man.
Sweet Jesus, take my hand.


You’re name and mine,
carved in its bark,
our legacy,
on the oak tree.
Don’t forget the day,
and all the lace,
when we made love,
under the oak tree.

Now I must pay,
for mistakes made.
This final letter
I do write you.
They’ve hung the rope.
Now they’re hanging me,
from this oak tree,
from this oak tree.

Sweet Jesus, take my hand,
and guide me into that promised land.
I guess I shook mine, with the wrong man.
Sweet Jesus, take my hand.


Short Instrumental

Sweet Jesus, take my hand,
and guide me into that promised land.
I guess I shook mine, with the wrong man.
Sweet Jesus, take my hand.


There's an oak tree,
on the western plain.
It call for me,
it knows my name.
#4
Thanks guys. I've been messing with the chords a lot lately. So far the verse goes Asus2,C,G and the chorus goes C,G,D,Em.