Lullaby of the Pines

Verse 1

Down in the hollow where the pines grow tall

They found ol' Billy by the county wall

Said he never saw it coming, never heard a sound

Just a whisper in the timber on the cold dark ground

Pre-Chorus

They hang his name on the telegraph line

They say a freight train comes through here sometimes

Chorus

Pine cone pounder comin' down the lane

Burlap bag swingin' in the falling rain

He ain't got a pistol, ain't got a knife

He's the last thing you'll see in this hard-luck life

Verse 2

I ride the back roads in my old Ford truck

Every shade tree stranger makes me hold my luck

Bought me a dog and he whines at the wind

Every time the pine needles rattle and spin

Pre-Chorus

They chalk up his count on the courthouse door

I ain't sleepin' with my light off no more

Chorus

Pine cone pounder comin' down the lane

Burlap bag swingin' in the falling rain

He ain't got a pistol, ain't got a knife

He's the last thing you'll see in this hard-luck life

Bridge

They found a sack by the riverbank

Cones gone soft and the burlap shrank

But the folks still shiver when the wind goes wild

Like a grown man scared of a little child

Chorus

Pine cone pounder comin' down the lane

Burlap bag swingin' in the falling rain

He ain't got a pistol, ain't got a knife

He's the last thing you'll see in this hard-luck life