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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