Branches

D D G D I Shouldn'ta let you climb up that tree D G D Oh, it should've been me D G D Standing on that ladder D G D Cutting down those branches D G D How about them apples D G D I get this dreamin' down my spine D G D What if maybe the fault is mine? D G D I could never forgive myself D G D Cos' you're the roots to my branches D G D How about them apples G D The fruit don't fall far from the tree G D And ohh, can't you see G Bm Lying there rotten on the ground, that's me A G Eaten by a bird, chewed by a bee D G D Turned into a seed D G D I heard you were trying to get out of that bed D G D You told 'em pneumonia were all in their heads D G D You said you'd never been sick before D G D Lying in a room on the second floor D G D The apple pie they gave you flying out the door G D Well birds don't fly far from the nest G D And you, just need some rest G Bm And then you'll be able to do what you do best A G Let us take some burden off your chest D Let it rest G D The fruit don't fall far from the tree G D And oh, can't you see G Bm Lying there rotten on the ground, that's me A G Eaten by a bird, chewed by a bee D Turned to a seed