In the Pines

In the pines, babe In the pines Foretold white lies Black water, shaky hands Meet me in the hollow river Kiss like an Indian giver Black lungs Take medicine men Smoke signals I can see it Don’t lose your American spirit Second-handing heavy air This is where we had a smoke With the savage hearts we broke We live where the sun never shines In the pines, babe No one will find us there In the pines In the pines In the pines In the pines In the pines In the pines No one will find us