In the Pines

In the pines babe, in the pines
Forked tongue, white lies
Black wallow, 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 loose your American spirit
Second handing heavy air

This is where we had a smoke
With our savage hearts we broke

We live where the sun never shines
In the pines babe, in the pines
No one will find us there
In the pines, in the pines