Tie My Pillow To a Tree

Ain’t no place I can hide myself
I’m gonna tie my pillow to a tree
When the good Lord comes to look for me
He knows where I will be

I built a fortress in the mountains
I dug a hole down in the plains
My fortress it just crumbled
My hole filled up with rain

I’ve been high
I’ve been low
Ain’t no place I can hide myself
I’m gonna tie my pillow to a tree

I smell like rosin
I taste like leaves
Would you scoot on over
Make some room for me

Books I have read
Lovers I have known
When the forget me
Oh where will I go

I set sail on seven oceans
There ain’t no country with my name
I wrapped myself in pleasure
And I kissed myself with pain

I’ve been high
I’ve been low
I’ve been high
I’ve been low
I’ve been high
I get low

Aint no place I can hide myself
I’m gonna tie my pillow to a tree