Sting – Crooked Tree (Guitar)

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All rise for the Honorable Judge Burrell

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This court is called to order, These charges are serious

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Stand up and face the bencch,  How do you plead, Sir? How do you plead?

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€œGuilty as charged,the Judge decreed, €œstand up and face the bench

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I have some words to say to you before we recommence

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A list of crimes this serious, I swear I have not seen

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In all the years that I have served Her Majesty the Queen

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Arson, murder, blackmail, grand larceny and theft

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Drug dealing, human trafficking, I ask the court, what€™s left?

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Are there words of mitigation, before I pass the sentence?

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Anything that you can tell the court to add to your defense

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I faced the court, thought long and hard, before I gave reply

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There's something that you need to hear, from me before I die

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The circumstances of my birth were something short of bliss

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I have this from my mother, it was told to me like this

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The day that I was born, she said, The Good Lord woke from slumber

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Looking a€˜round his timber yard, He found He had no lumber

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Apart from some old twisted branch, in shadows left to lurk

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He pulled it out into the light and set about his works

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She told me that the world should not expect too much of me

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When the Good Lord carved my crooked soul, out of a crooked tree

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When the Good Lord carved my crooked soul, out of a crooked tree

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Stand up and face the bench

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I'™ve heard all you'€™ve got to say

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That there look on your face says you're guilty

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And now it'€™s your judgment day€

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I'€™m not asking for forgiveness, I'€™m not proud of what I'€™ve done

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I did the things I had to do, like any other mothers son

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None of us are perfect, so remember what you see

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When the Good Lord carved my crooked soul, out of a crooked tree

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When the Good Lord carved my crooked soul, out of a crooked tree