Everything That's Made Of Wood Songtext
von Trout Fishing in America

Everything that′s made of wood was once a tree
And it's clearly understood by fools like me
While you′re sitting on a chair, feeling nice and cozy there
You're not really sitting on a chair; you're sitting on a tree
Somebody yelled timber and a tree came tumbling down
Whether it′s a door or a chair or the floor
The roots are still in the ground
Everything that′s made of wood was once a tree
Every stick of furniture that you may see
There's that gorgeous TV set with its lovely cabinet
It′s not sitting in a cabinet, it's sitting in a tree
Everything that′s made of wood was once a tree
Don't get the wrong idea, ain′t nothing free
Bill collectors by the score come a' knocking on your door
They're not really knocking on your door They′re knocking on a tree
Somebody yelled timber and a tree came tumbling down
Whether it′s a door or a chair or the floor
The roots are still in the ground
Everything that's made of wood was once a tree
Anything from pine to rich mahogany
When you′re laid to rest they weep while you're buried 6 feet deep
You′re not really buried in a coffin; you're buried in a tree
Somebody yelled timber, timber and a tree came tumbling down
Whether it′s a door or a chair or the floor
The roots are still in the ground
Don't start bringing me down
Please listen to me
Everything that's made of wood is still a tree