This is another true story about my dad and a tree. I whipped this one out pretty fast, so don't expect too much.
Well we had gone to see
Some family
Like we used to do
They lived way up north
In Temple (Texas that is)
Cousins on my mom's side of the family
Now my cousin's dad had a great big tree
Growing in the back yard
It grew higher than I could even see
He said it was a sycamore
The first time I ever saw a sycamore tree
And my dad said, "Man, that thing makes some shade, don't it?
But them old sandhills are prob'ly too dry for it grow."
My cousin's dad said, "Maybe, but if you water it plenty, all the time,
It might even grow in them old sandhills, you know."
So he took out his pocket knife
And he opened it with a click
And he reached up and grabbed a small, low-hanging limb
And he sliced off that little limb
Clean and nice and slick
While that giant sycamore rustled in the wind
He said, "Just stick it in the ground,
Don't have to plant it all that deep
Just stick it in the sand and water it like..." well you know what he said
He said, "Water it all the time, don't never let it get too dry
Before you know it, it'll be higher than your head
And that's what Daddy did, he stuck it in the ground
And fed it with the air conditioner condensation drain
So it had a steady flow all summer long, you know
And when the winter came, it soaked up all the rain
It shot up straight and tall, branches, leaves and all
When it was one year old it was as high as the roof
When it was two years old, it was as high as them old oaks
That big old sycamore standing lonely and aloof
Yeah, it's the only one around
Tow'ring above the ground
And now it's about the biggest tree on the place
There's seven pines that you already know
Not far away, alongside the road
And even them big old pines, they know they've lost the race
To that one huge sycamore tree
It's really something to see
There ain't no other tree that's around so big
It's hard to believe that big old tree
Standing there for the world to see
Grew up from one tiny, cut-off twig