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Tall Carolina Pines

Tall Carolina Pines

 My love and I first met when we were only nine
 We'd play catch and hide and seek in the tall tall Carolina pines

 Like coffee was his skin his eyes were dark and fine
 Needles in his curly hair from the tall tall Carolina pines

 At sixteen I was told stick to your own kind
 Stay away from the brownskin boy and the tall tall Carolina pines

 Still we met every day near the old tobacco sign
 We'd chew grass and tell our dreams 'neath the tall tall Carolina pines

 The wind still blows in the trees sun and the moon still shine
 White men still lynch honest black men in the tall tall Carolina pines

 They tore him from my arms and with their rope of twine
 They hanged him from the strongest branch of the tall tall Carolina pines

 Well I left for Detroit I took only what was mine
 And I never will go back again to the tall tall Carolina pines

 Now it's been fifteen years but as I write these lines
 I see him hanging once again from the tall tall Carolina

(from the singing of Kim Wallach)

AX

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