I'm not sure about the B, but it sounds right. I like to play this song with a capo.
Intro: F, Am, B, F
[F]Mr Violin, I [Am]love you
From a [B]treetop, in a [F]fishknot
[F]I was high on my [Am]own big thoughts
What if the [B]sun drops
What if my [F]heart stops
Mr Violin, you almost
Hit a bum note
With your bent bo
I was high on the whole big show
What if my soul sinks
What if my heart floats
[B]For the sun did [F]swing
[B]Like a tange[F]rine
[B]Till we couldn't grab [F]on
[F]To the burning [C]ring
Mr Dancing Bear, I love you
In a flower patch
Where the birds hatch
I was crooked to the green grass
What if the day ends
Whenever my heart splats
Mr Dancing Bear, they almost
Called you magic, out of habit
I was sore from all the laughing
I loved you in habit
Banked on your magic
[B]For the sun did [F]swing
[B]Like a [F]tangerine
[B]Till we couldn't grab [F]on
[F]to the burning [C]ring
[B]Every crooked [F]tooth
[B]Kept our lips from [F]truth
[B]I had almost [F]survived
[F]And so did [C]you
[B]But the rings in-between the old [F]family tree
[B]Are crooked for you as they're c[F]rooked for me
[B]You get what you get when you [F]bite from the tree
[B]A crooked-er you and a [F]crooked-er me
But the rings in-between the old family tree
Are crooked for you as they are crooked for me
You get what you get when you bite from the tree
A crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
[B]They want a crooked-er you and a [F]crooked-er me
They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
Intro: F, Am, B, F
[F]Mr Violin, I [Am]love you
From a [B]treetop, in a [F]fishknot
[F]I was high on my [Am]own big thoughts
What if the [B]sun drops
What if my [F]heart stops
Mr Violin, you almost
Hit a bum note
With your bent bo
I was high on the whole big show
What if my soul sinks
What if my heart floats
[B]For the sun did [F]swing
[B]Like a tange[F]rine
[B]Till we couldn't grab [F]on
[F]To the burning [C]ring
Mr Dancing Bear, I love you
In a flower patch
Where the birds hatch
I was crooked to the green grass
What if the day ends
Whenever my heart splats
Mr Dancing Bear, they almost
Called you magic, out of habit
I was sore from all the laughing
I loved you in habit
Banked on your magic
[B]For the sun did [F]swing
[B]Like a [F]tangerine
[B]Till we couldn't grab [F]on
[F]to the burning [C]ring
[B]Every crooked [F]tooth
[B]Kept our lips from [F]truth
[B]I had almost [F]survived
[F]And so did [C]you
[B]But the rings in-between the old [F]family tree
[B]Are crooked for you as they're c[F]rooked for me
[B]You get what you get when you [F]bite from the tree
[B]A crooked-er you and a [F]crooked-er me
But the rings in-between the old family tree
Are crooked for you as they are crooked for me
You get what you get when you bite from the tree
A crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
[B]They want a crooked-er you and a [F]crooked-er me
They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me