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Family Tree (Tom Chapin, John Forster, Limousine Music, The Last Music Co." 1987) Before the days of Jello Lived a prehistoric fellow Who loved a maid and courted her Beneath the banyan tree. And they had lots of children And their children all had children And they kept on having children until One of them had me. My grandpa came from Russia, My grandma came from Prussia. They met in Nova Scotia, Had my dad in Tennessee. Then they moved to Yokahama Where daddy met my mama, Her dad's from Alabama And her mom's part Cherokee. One fine day I may go To Tiera del Fuego, Perhaps I'll meet my wife there and We'll move to Timbuktoo. And our kid will be bilingual, And though she may stay single, She could of course co-mingle With the king of Kathmandu. The folks in Madagascar Aren't the same as in Alakar. They have different foods, different moods and Different colored skin. You may have a different name but Underneath we're much the same, You're probably my cousin and The whole world is my kin... 'cause We're a fam'ly and we're a tree. Our roots go deep down in history From my great, great granddaddy Reaching up to me. We're a green and growing fam'ly tree. We're a green and growing fam'ly. BRDownload the song in PDF format for printout etc.