Gene Vincent — 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 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