The Oldest Wooden Tree

If your feeling tuckered out
Lonely and quite blue
Be apprised of this fact dear one
Jesus wholly loves you
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There’s a coat rack in the hall
Strong and oh so empty
Longing to hold your hat
Come one, and come all
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Chorus
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Hang all of your troubles, on the oldest wooden tree
Take a load off all of your weary bones …
There’s plenty of room upon the oldest wooden tree
Plenty of room on His settee
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Hang your hat, breathe in …
Drop your troubles there
The coat rack waits quietly
For all your heavy cares
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Close your weary eyes
The whole weight disappears
Upon the oldest wooden tree
Releasing all your fears
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Hang all of your troubles, on the oldest wooden tree
Take a load off of all your weary bones …
There’s plenty of room upon the oldest wooden tree
Plenty of room on His settee
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Words and Music By
Kelly S Griswold

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