Family Tree Lyrics

I was made by a long line of women

Who can hold more than their whiskey

Stories grow so long and winding

Fire and air made of mystery

She won't tell you her secret recipe

And she's got a chip on her shoulder

But I know now that she is me

When I get just a little bit older

All the women in my family tree

Became the biggest part of me

And the stories that remain untold

We lived out in our lives alone

I hope you don't share the bad dreams

But even if you do

I'll stay in therapy for you

I won't bite my tongue if I'm talking to an idiot

And sometimes I drive like grandma Janey did

Riding up on some truck's hitch

Just because he yelled "watch it"

I guess I got that same switch

Cause I won't tell you my secret recipe

And I got a chip on my shoulder

But I know now

That she is me when I get just a little bit older

All the women in my family tree

Became the biggest part of me

And the stories that remain untold

We lived out in our lives alone

I hope you don't share the bad dreams

But even if you do

I'll stay in therapy for you