Everything That's Made of Wood
Everything that's made of wood was once a tree
And it's clearly understood by fools like me
While you're sitting on a chair, feeling nice and cozy there
You're not really sitting on a chair; you're sitting on a tree
Somebody yelled timber and a tree came tumbling down
Whether it's a door or a chair or the floor
The roots are still in the ground
Everything that's made of wood was once a tree
Every stick of furniture that you may see
There's that gorgeous TV set with its lovely cabinet
It's not sitting in a cabinet, it's sitting in a tree
Everything that's made of wood was once a tree
Don't get the wrong idea, ain't nothing free
Bill collectors by the score come a' knocking on your door
They're not really knocking on your door
They're knocking on a tree
Somebody yelled timber and a tree came tumbling down
Whether it's a door or a chair or the floor
The roots are still in the ground
Everything that's made of wood was once a tree
Anything from pine to rich mahogany
When you're laid to rest they weep while you're buried 6 feet deep
You're not really buried in a coffin; you're buried in a tree
Somebody yelled timber, timber and a tree came tumbling down
Whether it's a door or a chair or the floor
The roots are still in the ground
Don't start bringing me down
Please listen to me
Everything that's made of wood is still a tree
And it's clearly understood by fools like me
While you're sitting on a chair, feeling nice and cozy there
You're not really sitting on a chair; you're sitting on a tree
Somebody yelled timber and a tree came tumbling down
Whether it's a door or a chair or the floor
The roots are still in the ground
Everything that's made of wood was once a tree
Every stick of furniture that you may see
There's that gorgeous TV set with its lovely cabinet
It's not sitting in a cabinet, it's sitting in a tree
Everything that's made of wood was once a tree
Don't get the wrong idea, ain't nothing free
Bill collectors by the score come a' knocking on your door
They're not really knocking on your door
They're knocking on a tree
Somebody yelled timber and a tree came tumbling down
Whether it's a door or a chair or the floor
The roots are still in the ground
Everything that's made of wood was once a tree
Anything from pine to rich mahogany
When you're laid to rest they weep while you're buried 6 feet deep
You're not really buried in a coffin; you're buried in a tree
Somebody yelled timber, timber and a tree came tumbling down
Whether it's a door or a chair or the floor
The roots are still in the ground
Don't start bringing me down
Please listen to me
Everything that's made of wood is still a tree
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Writer(s): Walter Bishop, Sr.
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