Letras
Well, black is the color
Of the blood in my veins
Ain't got no mother
She was drivin' a train
Well, what did you give her?
Well, I gave her my name
Oh, in the pines
Black is the color
Of the oil on the tracks
Black is the coal
In the mine on her back
And black is the coffin
Where I lay my love down
Oh, in the pines
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines
And the dead never rise
They just sit and wait
In the pines
And black is the dress
That I bought for my girl
And black is the look
When they showed her the world
And black is the earth
When I laid her to rest
Oh, in the pines
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines
And the dead never rise
They just sit and wait
In the pines
And black is the shroud
And the hands that sewed it
And black is the lace
Where I tied it and held it
And black is the sky
When they laid me beside her
Oh, in the pines