In The Branches

This song is a lot of fun to go ham on, like the Builders and the Butchers do
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           A
They left angels singing in branches of a burning tree,   'Said it was all a game

And your daddy got bent and twisted in the bed that he made,   You'll end up the same

         A                C
He went down, down, down
         D
He went down, down, down in the sugar and the corn
         C                D
He went down, down, down
         A
He went down, down, down where the fire is born

A C D  F G A

A                      C                        D
Old man livin' on the cheap cigarettes, cherry pie and apple wine
    C
He died in the house where his daddy died
        D
You'll die in the house where your daddy died

     A                C
The AM crackin', the coming storms
      D
The economy and crime
     C
The grey brain matter swelled up tight
   D
A free man's doing time this time

            A                                          F
They left angels singing in the branches of a burning tree

'Said it was all a game
           C                                            D
And your daddy got bent and twisted in the bed that he made

You'll end up the same

          A                C
You went down, down, down
          D
You went down, down, down in the sugar and the corn
              F                G
You're goin' down, down, down
              A
You're goin' down, down, down where the fire is born

 A                C
Down, down, down
              D
You're going down, down, down in the sugar and the corn
 F                G
Down, down, down
              A
You're going down, down, down where the fire is born

A                   C
(intense strumming)
                            G
An eye for an eye to fight fire with fire
         D                          C
It was hard to take sides, we were all burning alive

         A            C          D
And my branches are waiting for you like arms
         C            D          A
and my branches are waiting for you
         A            C          D
And my branches are waiting for you like arms
         C            D          A
and my branches are waiting for you

          A                   C
Does the night time hold you tight?
          D
Is your heart like a pound of steel?
          C                  D
Will the darkness kill the light
                A
closer to the bottom of a turn in?

          A                   C
Does the night time hold you tight?
          D
Is your heart like a pound of steel?
          C                  D
Will the darkness kill the light
                A
closer to the bottom of a turn in?

 A                C
Down, down, down
              D
You're going down, down, down in the sugar and the corn
 F                G
Down, down, down
              A
You're going down, down, down where the fire is born

 A                C
Down, down, down
              D
You're going down, down, down in the sugar and the corn
 F                G
Down, down, down
              A
You're going down, down, down where the fire is born

         A            C          D
And my branches are waiting for you like arms
         F            G          A
And my branches are waiting for you

  A C D   F G A
(just keep repeating indefinitely)