Lyrics:
who did the things
I'm living down ?
Well I carved a cross from live oak
and a box from shortleaf pine
Buried her so deep
she touched
One two one
Down by the big white oak
Underneath the shortleaf pine there sits a mobile home
Annabelle Mae, she felt the earth quake
Now shes got
it off
But my mind won't let me
Season's change
So they say
Yellow red
Green again
In the pines
You'll be mine
I will hold you
For a while
In
And yellow grows on daffodils
I'm gonna learn to love you better
To the letter, baby
Like morning dew on southern pines
And honey that bees leave behind
I'm
Ain't getting out and I don't care
'Cause why in the hell would I leave?
I don't need anything but fried chicken and crickets
If there's a yellow pine
the whisper of the pines in Manzanita
She would cry into the sash of yellow roses on her gown
Now my father's living eastward by the Sacramento River
On the river, under the pines, them lums is outside Cherry grove, harley davidson ridin'
them lums is outside Scuffle town, at the homecomin
that meadow
When the sun set oh so yellow
I smell the pines trees swaying in the wind
A touch of my future when I'm breathing in
Oh Tennessee your making
could yodel
She yodeled a yodel as sweet as it could be
Her heart was as pure as pretty yellow gold
But love meant nothin', she was too cold
But
the yellow out of your spine
If you would
If you would
If you would
She will swing the hammer every night
Sleeping in the ditch beyond the pine
She
there for you to lose
You seem to be smiling even when you are giving me the blues
You got a white car though it looks yellow to me
You got a white car
near.
The meadows they are bursting,
The yellow corn lies in your hand.
And with the night comes sorrow
As the tide of dawn sleeps on the land.
The long
gone
In the pines we learn to speak
Bend your knees, forget to breathe
If you hear your mama calling, get away from me
If you hear your mama
NBA dunks
Dunkin Donut double cups
Noah hoodie on
‘Bout as yellow as the fuckin’ sun
Give her six inch, Subway
Bread doubled up
Hopping off the Metro
life and
Not giving a fuck
Faces etched into the pine embroidered by the stitch I'm randomly selected
Glasses on the, on the mug
A fresh cut
Yellow
the tears out of my eyes
Two-lane highway, Georgia pines
I’m running low on gasoline and time
You call me up and just the sound
Of your voice on the phone
the times
When I think about that old lonesome pine
We blew in from Ontario
In a Windstar just to find
The yellow house that would become a home
Kids were
Bitch swerve like a deer standin'
On them yellow lines
Miss me like you're shootin' but you
Want no one to die
Say what? I can't hear you, I'm too
If he wanted to, he would
He'd buy me yellow flowers
Lay his head down on my chest
and stay there for hours
If he wanted to, he would
He'd carve our
oh)
You were singin' Yellow Ledbetter
And you knew every damn line
I was thinkin', it doesn't get better
Than leaned-back seats under pine
In
Two kids, one old Corolla
A mixtape you made for me
Blackjack and a Coca Cola
Parked way back 'neath the trees
You were singin' Yellow
overrated and that's why we didn't do it.
I'd pine for the boy just over the hill and you would roll your eyes
I just about made myself ill, til I got his
the riders on the rise)
Circlers from every side
(Circlers from every side)
Eyes up!
Light floods around
In a yellow shadow after night
Comes down in
The light breeze
The yellow stars glowing through the white trees
I pine for you, pine for you
Shine for you, pine for you
I am the teeth sharp
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