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so 
We sought out the shade of a tree

Sleeping in the shade of a sycamore tree
I gave you the world you promised to me
If all could be just as it

My sycamore
Wants me to stay
Playing in her branches
All day
And down down down
In the dirt dirt dirt
With her roots in the dirt
Up up up in the sky

got her afro slamming, jamming at the office 
Sycamore style more sicker than the bosses, 
No room in her epithet, for shit that's half or less, than

"Meet me down by the sycamore tree"
Was the last thing she said to me
So that's where I go at night when I can't sleep
I'll lie in the grass and look

true that the dirt on your shoes won't move anywhere without you?

When the smallest seed eventually sees the sycamore's view
Don't be the one who's

The devil was in my ear
Persuading me to take my life
And so I ran away, in search for god
And I found her sitting and weeping
Under a sycamore tree

bones for the photographs
It seems I see you often in the barlight
Bound to me the sycamore trees
And the daughters you're learning to feed and all
All I

bones for the photographs
It seems I see you often in the barlight
Bound to me the sycamore trees
And the daughters you're learning to feed and all
All I

feel this way, I swore
California Sycamores
The waves crashing on the shore,
This place ain't what it used to be no more

Been thinking I should write

Sycamore twig 

Writers-Blake bowling-Nick Jaynes 
Blake Bowling Vocals/ Guitar

The sunrise she paints me a picture 
A dark silhouette of sycamore

a cold war
If I stayed one more second
I'd be back at Sycamore
You got your armor from the store
We doubled down on the fourth
I was really by the furnace

that I'll ever get
String up the the bottles on the sycamore tree
And I'll shoot them down
Yeah I'll shoot them down
Yeah I'll shoot them down
With my

Sycamore trees
Tobacco leaves
Your dry lips could use
A little bit of chapstick
The fires on
But no one is there
To man the fort
To keep your little

to face
So dreaming of roses I'll be
In the shade of a sycamore tree
Far off in a vast sunlit field
That's where I'll truly be free
Then one day you came

At my grandma's house there's a Sycamore tree
Hangin' from the rope there's a tire swing
Where my daddy would swing me 
When I was young
We'd go

everything I could dream of,
Dream of

Let's count sheep,
One, two, three 
You and me
In a sycamore tree
Let's count sheep,
One, two, three 
(You and me
In

Interconnected like leaves
On a sycamore tree
We stand here and gaze up
And guess what its value could be
Interlocked forever with bees
Honey bee

(Tell me that you love me I ain't going for it)
I spend all my days
Getting my thoughts together under the sycamore tree
I said forbidden fruit tempts me

Hear the poor boy singing ho-hum-ho
Swinging his legs from the sycamore
He went to the dunes and drank their brews 
cnd found himself involved with

necks on sycamore trees. 
cs your children grasped for air,
The tree's leaves immediately squeezed droplets of our ancestors' blood; 
Oh, Lord, can you

it through the day

But my grandma's been long laid to rest
Up on the hill under the sycamore tree
cnd it ain't the same without her
But what I miss

to go

Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman
That his love has an earlier death
Who will they maybe be
Underneath the sycamore tree

Who will my

a sycamore tree,
And if you lay under my leaves,
They will heal you

‘Love me tender’ she whispered in my ear,
Was already tipsy of all the wine from earlier,

I went to the tree, sycamore tree, it set me free, so I lay there and I passed all my time
Then I left the tree, it waved goodbye to me, and it was