Bristle Cone Pine

When you hear the walk up when on the he is doing a small bass run by going like this: E------- B------- G------- D------- A-----0- E-0-3--- Use your pinky on the "3" note Intro: Way up in the mountains on the high timberline there's a twisted old tree called the bristle cone pine the wind there it's bitter and cut's like a knife 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: Now the way I have lived there aint no way to tell when I die if I'm goin' to heaven or hell so when I'm laid to rest it'll suite me just fine 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