This is a story of a fair young maiden
Who is telling her false love
he has driven her to shame
False love, false love, don't ask of me
Don't ask me where I slept last night
Cause I slept in the pines
where the sun never shines
And shivered the cold, deadly cold
There was a time when I was pure
But false love led me astray
Now every night in the lonely pines
I go back to my dreadful ways
In the pines, in the pines
where the sun never shines
I shivered with a cold, deadly cold
In the pines, in the pines
where the sun never shines
And the chilling cold
winds blow
You ask me where I got my shoes
And the dress I wear so fine
I got my dress from a railroad man
And my shoes from a driver in the mine
I wished to the Lord I'd never been born
Or died when I was young
I never would have kissed your sweet,
sweet lips
Or heard your rattling tongue
In the pines, in the pines
where the sun never shines
I shiver through the cold, deadly cold
In the pines, in the pines
where the sun never shines
And the chilling cold winds blow