Sycamore Smith - The Figmoron Tree lyrics

My dad once bought a Figmoron Tree He planted it and he grew it I chopped it down with a cherry-handled axe And I told my old man I didn't do it After he died, I planted another Where the earth and his bones were mingled I cannot tell you how long I let that one stand But if you look at the stump then the rings will Sitting in the sun beneath the Figmoron Tree Figmoron Trees give no shade Sitting in the sun beneath the Figmoron Tree Sipping on a hot lemonade You better not wait for the wind to knock it down So you can cut it up and cord it Whichever way the wind is blowing from The Figmoron Tree bends toward it In October its leaves all turn pitch back And they float away up through the clouds Where they gather and stick like a thick swarm of bats Until they fall in a heap to the ground It was 19 hundred-ought-zero-oh-nine Flanagan went on his shooting spree The next day I went out with my pliers and knife And pulled 91 slugs from the Figmoron Tree I had just busted out of jail when I heard The sound brakes make when they screech-- My dear, late wife wrapped my yellow truck Around the trunk of the old Figmoron Tree