Lyrics:
and
The way that my head gets
So, I take off and ride
To the western white pines
So high they almost touch the sky
I hit that Rocky Mountain line
My
The Clearwater River flows
Past a house in Idaho
The family out there knows
Life is moving slow
Where the western white pine grows
The old man
All quiet on the Western Front, nobody saw
A youth asleep in the foreign soil, planted by the war
Feel the pulse of human blood pouring forth
See
With feet so cold
I feel no pain
And the western cross
On snow white plain
Look over yonder
The pines are down
They've laid them well
On sequoia
Pine box, stop the clocks
Why can't both be true
High times, high crimes
Medals for you to salute
White lies, white lies
White lies, white lies
again
And the red pines will bow their heads
The rivers and the watersheds will swallow up my tears
All is well
I left the cold mid-western towns
dreaming of a white Christmas)
The sun is shining the grass is green the old pine trees sway
You know there's never been such a day in the good ole USA
I want to ride the tiger
I want to ride the tiger
It will be black and white in the dead of night
Eyes flashing in the clear moonlight
I want
I want to ride the tiger
I want to ride the tiger
It will be black and white in the dead of night
Eyes flashing in the clear moonlight
I want to ride
on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
Love lies under western eyes, powerful yet transient
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in
I want to ride the tiger
I want to ride the tiger
It will be black and white in the dead of night
Eyes flashing in the clear moonlight
I want to ride
White pine
I come in peace
White pine
Down on my knees
White pine
Meet at the white pine
Leave all your hate behind
Meet at the white pine
Bury
on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
Love lies under western eyes, powerful yet transient
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in
old white oak tree
Layin' shade on me
Pickin' blackberries off the vine
A Bobwhite whistling out through the pines
I can't wait to walk those streets
up and yours goes dark
And there's a Western wave that called you out there
There's a Southern voice that wants you back
Can almost smell the smoke
on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
Love lies under western eyes, powerful yet transient
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in
on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
Love lies under western eyes, powerful yet transient
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in
I want to ride the tiger
I want to ride the tiger
It will be black and white in the dead of night
Eyes flashing in the clear moonlight
I want
old heart's a callin'
Tall pine's a hummin'
Christmas Time's a comin'
Can't you hear them bells ringin', ringin'?
Joy, don'tcha hear them singin'?
on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
Love lies under western eyes, powerful yet transient
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in
on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
Love lies under western eyes, powerful yet transient
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in
All the day, I can see the life from the western isles
Faded in white like a western smile
We could live here, you know
Nobody say, caught up in
carpet,
The clouds are growing white
There are no people here...
There is just silence here...
Only God and I are here.
Flowers, and an old pine
Well a way up high in the mountains
In the kingdom of the Pine
I lived with the best old pal I know
That old white mule of mine
When they have
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