Lyrics:
A tabernacle for him to speak in public
And repent by the dozens
Or maybe a castle big enough to fit his kids and his cousins
To run it up until his kids get
lonesome
And it makes me wonder how the old folks are at home
Now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines
But the song of the south
Lost in Shadows, Dancing with the Moon,
Haunted by the Pines on a Cool Night in June.
Shadows 'neath the blue pines, haunting me at night
Warm wind
And the morning gay and fine,
For her lover was a river boy
From the river in the pines.
Now Charlie, he got married
To his Mary in the spring
When the trees were
through the trees
Down where the Crystal River winds
A spectre in the moonlight, a voice heard on the breeze
It's the whispering ghosts of the pines
the sun next to my hot tub
To remind myself why I bought the home in the first place
I looked off at the pines off in the foothills and called my friend
sacred land
Reign of terror
Taking the soul of man
Laying him down
With lead in his blood
Through the Reign of terror
In the Pine Ridge mud
With tanks,
the covers
And lean back and look toward the sky
And dance bare foot by fire light
We are the children of the pine
And this will be the greatest night of our
the covers
And lean back and look toward the sky
And dance bare foot by fire light
We are the children of the pine
And this will be the greatest night of our
thing's, that could stand the test of time
But this family table's held together by love that never dies
So won't you come on in?
Supper's almost done
Down here in Caroline
So I hitched me a ride back up 29
Got a job workin' down by the state line
Got a little piece of land, out here in the pines
Under the pines I walked a while
Breathing their fresh scent in
I would confide in them as a child
Sharing my dreams within
Will they still be
only your false love
Honey I've been true I swear by God above
I thought you were a willow but
You never wept for me
You went roaming in the wildwood
of the night
His Winchester by his side
Riding toward those California pines
Took him one month and ten days, sixteen hours, some minute-odd change
That's how
row
In the Blue Ridge mountains with the whispering pines
They used to grow tobacco then they made moonshine
But there's something better in
sailing by
Saskatchewan there's mud in your eye I'm leavin' you behind
There'll be hot-blooded mountain love to satisfy my soul
And the red pines will
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian
Standin' over by the door
Fell in love with a Chocktaw maid
Over in the Georgia store
Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin'
There's trouble in the pines tonight, I'm only seeing red
Woke up to my sister screaming, crying in her bed
She'd been drinking' down in Etoile with
Some say I have dishonored you through foolishness and folly
The question not in where that lies but if you're standing by me.
I do not need to hear
in some tall pine trees
I got a old healer dog that knows how to bark and he ain’t never seen no leash
Grown by the land you can tell by hands
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian
Standin' over by the door
Fell in love with a Chocktaw maid
Over in the Georgia store
Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin'
Couple hours 'till dark
Wishing one would walk by
Might as well left my gun in the gun rack
Been here all day all I killed a 12-pack
Sittin' here
Winin, dinin, smokin' on pine, now we flyin', shinin', packin' up the bag and divide it
Light it, twelve rolls by, gotta hide it, high creepin' in
Wake up in the morning and look
Outside
There's a Peter tosh just watching the birds go by
Marley on the golden road
Sublime round the garden
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