My girl, my girl, don’t lie to me.
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines,
Where the sun don’t ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through.

My girl, my girl, where will you go?
I’m going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines,
Where the sun don’t ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through.

Her husband was a hardworking man
About a mile from here
Her found his head, in a driving wheel
But his body never was found.

/whistling/

My girl, my girl, where will you go?
I’m going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines,
Where the sun don’t ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through.

My girl, my girl, don’t lie to me.
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines,
Where the sun don’t ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through.