Bristle Cone Pine

(início)

When you hear the walk up when on the Am he is doing a small bass run
by  going like this:

Capo 3
Intro:  Am  Em  Am  Em  Am  Em  Am  Fmaj7
    Am                         G          Am
Way up in the mountains on the high timberline
          G           Dm              G            Am
there's a twisted old tree called the bristle cone pine
    F               Am         G            Am
the wind there it's bitter and cut's like a knife
    G               Dm     G           Am    Em  Am  Fmaj7
And keeps that tree holdin on for dear life
Hold on it does stand in it's ground
Standing as empires rise and fall down
When Jesus was gathering lambs to his fold
The tree was already a thousand years old
Chorus 1:
        F          C                G         C
Now the way I have lived there aint no way to tell
     F            C        G
when I die if I'm goin' to heaven or hell
        F           C          G             Am
so when I'm laid to rest it'll suite me just fine
   Fmaj7                     G            Am
to sleep at the feet of the Bristle Cone Pine
As I would slowly return to this earth
What little this body of mine might be worth
It'd soon start to nourish the roots of that tree
It would partake of the essence of me
Who knows but that as the century's turn
A small spark of me might continue to burn
Long as the sun did continue to shine
Down on the limbs of the Bristle Cone Pine
Chorus 2:
By the way I have lived there aint no way to tell
When I die if I'm goin to heaven or hell
But I'd just soon serve out eternity's time
Asleep at the feet of the Bristle Cone Pine
Chorus 2
Asleep at the feet of the Bristle Cone Pine