Gene Vincent
Gene Vincent
Gene Vincent
Gene Vincent
Gene Vincent
Gene Vincent
Gene Vincent
Gene Vincent
Gene Vincent
Gene Vincent
Gene Vincent
Gene Vincent
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines
And you shiver when the cold, the cold
The cold, the cold winds blow
Then I went to New Orleans and met a woman
Man, she was a swingin' queen
She took the number off my car
And gave it to me as a name
And I shiver when the cold winds blow
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines
And you shiver when the cold, the cold
The cold, the cold winds blow
Yes, I walks off from Dallas, ladies and gentlemen
Just movin' quite fast now
I kick my side all the time
Gotta watch out for the police
Gotta watch out for everybody
Who knows my number and not my name
Well, I wish I was back In the pines
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines
And you shiver when the cold, the cold
The cold, the cold winds blow
Now let me tell you, I walk south
I'm movin' toward to L.A
Movin' fast, with some grass
I'm talkin' to some people on the way, you know
But they don't know that it's my number
And not my name
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines
And you shiver when the cold, the cold
The cold, the cold winds blow
One of these days they're gonna catch up to me
The police are gonna hit me with a great big ol' bullet, you know
And I'm just gonna lay down
And I hope someday they're gonna lay me, 'neath the pines
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines
And you shiver when the cold, the cold
The cold, the cold winds blow
In the pines, in the pines
And I'll shiver when the cold winds blow
Cold winds blow, cold winds blow, cold winds blow
In the Pines was written by Traditional.
In the Pines was produced by Kim Fowley.