Blaine Taylor & 350 - PINEYWOODS Lyrics

There ain't no river in these pineywoods
These trees grow on rain
The men come to cut it down
And burn it to shame
There ain't no river in these pineywoods
These trees grow on rain
The men come to cut it down
And burn it to shame

You told your dad if he hit you once more
He better not damn near even fall asleep
Your dad told his dad again
He better not even damn near take another drink
Ooooo
Now I look down at my feet
And I pray to God
Every dusk our sins don't ever meet
God, don't let our sins meet

There ain't no river in these pineywoods
These trees grow on rain
The men come to cut it down
And burn it to shit

Rained in the summertime
Trees grew, tryna follow the vine
I remember looking up at Divine
She pushed me in the river, they were pushing the wine
Trees in the meadow, they were picking the leaves
Laughed when they fell in the autumn breeze
Masked my feelings, I didn't want them to leave
Thought the O2 only came from the trees
There's oil in the river
Words of the works in the river
Words getting blurred in the river
Birds getting hurt in the river
There's oil in the river
Words of the works in the river
Words getting blurred in the river
Birds getting hurt in the river

There's oil in the river
There's oil in the river

Oooo when I look down at my feet
Run away shouldn't be this easy
Everything I thought would flee
Only grew and gave me meaning

I can't see myself stream no more
Only see my worth in the trees that grow
I can't see myself stream no more
Only see my worth in the trees that grow