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In the Pines 04:20
My darling girl, what have you done to make me treat you so? I've caused you to weep, I've caused you to mourn. I've caused you to leave your home. The longest train that I ever saw went down that Georgia line. The engine passed at six o'clock, the cab flew by at nine. Little girl, little girl, where'd you sleep last night? Not even your mother knows In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines I shivered where the cold winds blow. Little girl, little girl, don't you lie to me Tell me where did you get that dress? From a man in the mines, who sleeps in the pines and wants you to look your best I asked the captain for the time of day, he said he'd thrown his watch away. A long steel rail and short cross-tie. I'm never going home. Little girl, little girl, where'd you sleep last night? Not even your mother knows In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines I shivered where the cold winds blow. Her lover was a railroad man. Died a mile, just out of town. His head found with the engineer. His body never was found. The longest train I ever saw went down that Georgia line, and on that train, is a beautiful girl the one that I used to call mine. Little girl, little girl, where'd you sleep last night? Not even your mother knows In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines I shivered where the cold winds blow. Oh girl... oh girl. Where have you gone? I walk these tracks all alone. Now I just weep, and now I just mourn, I wonder if I am that ghost. The longest train that I ever saw was 1,000 coal cars long, and on that train went my girl, and now my girl is gone.
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there is a house in new orleans that they call the rising sun. it's been the ruin of many poor boys, and lord, i know that i'm one. my lover was a tailor; she sowed my new blue jeans, but lord, i am just a ramblin' man on the streets down in new orleans. there isn't much that a rambler needs save a suitcase and a trunk, and the only time that i'm satisfied, oh lord, is when i'm drunk. so, fill the glass up to the brim? fuck it! just pass the bottle around, drink to my story of a drunken poor boy aimlessly tramping from town to town. if i'd listened to what my mother said, i'd have a home today, but being so young and foolish, oh lord, instead, i'm just a stray. so, i've one hand on the ladder now, and one foot on the train, and i'm goin' back down to new orleans to wear my ball and chain. so, mothers, tell your children not to do as i have done. live a life of sin and misery at the house of the rising sun. so, now i'm back down in new orleans, and i think that my race is run. i'll be sleeping out on these old streets tonight, beneath, beneath the rising sun. there is a house in new orleans that they call the rising sun. it's been the ruin of many poor boys, and lord, i know that i'm one.

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released December 12, 2014

nick turncoat - vocals, guitar, arrangements

recorded at turncoat studios

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Bullfrog Pollywog Lansing Charter Township, Michigan

rubber tramps, hitchhikers, trainhoppers, turncoats... singing traditional folk songs the way they were meant to be sang.

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