In the Pines - Gene Vincent

In the pines, in the pines\nWhere the sun never shines\nAnd you shiver when the cold, the cold\nThe cold, the cold winds blow\nThen I went to New Orleans and met a woman\nMan, she was a swingin' queen\nShe took the number off my car\nAnd gave it to me as a name\nAnd I shiver when the cold winds blow\nIn the pines, in the pines\nWhere the sun never shines\nAnd you shiver when the cold, the cold\nThe cold, the cold winds blow\nYes, I walks off from Dallas, ladies and gentlemen\nJust movin' quite fast now\nI kick my side all the time\nGotta watch out for the police\nGotta watch out for everybody\nWho knows my number and not my name\nWell, I wish I was back In the pines\nIn the pines, in the pines\nWhere the sun never shines\nAnd you shiver when the cold, the cold\nThe cold, the cold winds blow\nNow let me tell you, I walk south\nI’m movin' toward to L. A\nMovin' fast, with some grass\nI’m talkin' to some people on the way, you know\nBut they don’t know that it’s my number\nAnd not my name\nIn the pines, in the pines\nWhere the sun never shines\nAnd you shiver when the cold, the cold\nThe cold, the cold winds blow\nOne of these days they’re gonna catch up to me\nThe police are gonna hit me with a great big ol' bullet, you know\nAnd I’m just gonna lay down\nAnd I hope someday they’re gonna lay me, 'neath the pines\nIn the pines, in the pines\nWhere the sun never shines\nAnd you shiver when the cold, the cold\nThe cold, the cold winds blow\nIn the pines, in the pines\nAnd I’ll shiver when the cold winds blow\nCold winds blow, cold winds blow, cold winds blow