A Storm - A Tree
THERE IS A TREE LAYING ON HER HEAD
AND THAT TREE DON’T CARE IF SHE’S ALIVE OR DEAD
BRANCHES BOARDS AND BONES – COLLIDING ON THE FLOOR
AND THAT TREE LAYING ON HER HEAD
THE NIGHT THE STORM WAS ROLLING IN
THE RAIN FLEW SIDEWAYS IN THE WIND
AT 100 YEARS OLD – THAT TREE WAS TIRED AND READY TO FALL
THE NIGHT THE STORM WAS ROLLING IN
MY MOMMA SCREAMS AND SHE’S THE ONLY ONE WHO HEARS
MY MOMMA SCREAMS AND NO ONES THERE TO HEAR
AND MOMMA DON’T KNOW IF SHE’S GONNA DIE
ALONE IN TENNESSEE TONIGHT
MY MOMMA SCREAMS AND SHE’S THE ONLY ONE WHO HEARS