The beach was exquisitely lonely, Except for one old man and me, He was sittin’ on the sand just staring, Straight ahead at a crooked tree. The old palm was weathered and torn, I said, ‘Bet that’s seen a storm or two,’ “Ain’t we all, son? Ain’t we all? But I’m still standin’ and so are you.” That’s where I met my Jeannie, And got hitched in sixty-three, It’s where I saw my first dolphin, And my son’s toes first touched the sea. [CHORUS] That tree’s a part of my family, Crooked as it may be, From hurricanes to tidal waves, That’s my family tree. Who knows all that palm has seen? Pirates, parrots, smugglers galore, Life and death, joy and pain, Countless treasures on this shore. My days are damn near over, kid, Like the sun settin’ on the sea, It’s time to say goodbye, Find your own crooked tree. [CHORUS] That tree’s a part of my family, Crooked as it may be, From hurricanes to tidal waves, That’s my family tree.
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