Lyrics

All of Our Trees
©2024, Kevin Drinkard

We rocked it down at Swenson’s farm
You were just a baby then
With music at your command
Turned the knobs to the left, the knobs to the right
We wondered, where will all the notes land?

Your dad shared video jams, the quarter when things down
They rattled the whole dang band,
We glanced to the left, glanced to the right
Jesus, what the hell is this, man?

Hey Motherfuckers! Put your hands together make some noise
Hey Motherfuckers! Reach to the left, reach to the right
Shake the leaves on all of our trees, all of our trees

The wait was four blocks long, at the Santa Cruz Civic show
We were three generations strong,
We stepped to the left, stepped to the right
So stoked at how far you’ve come

Hey Motherfuckers! Put your hands together make some noise
Hey Motherfuckers! Reach to the left, reach to the right
Shake the leaves on all of our trees, all of our trees

OK Boomer, what’do’ya’know? Long lost our sense of control
No hurt in a little troll … rock to the left, roll to the right
And scream from the depths of our soul

Hey Motherfuckers! Put your hands together make some noise
Hey Motherfuckers! Reach to the left, reach to the right
Shake the leaves on all of our trees, all of our trees