In the Pines Widowspeak

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