Oh, mr. pine doesn't wait till after nine

There's not a friend he's had to buy

Keeps his head above the sky

Ain't got much, and he don't ask why



Oh, mr. pine spends his summers drinking wine

Has a friend called gypsy joe

Wears an earring through his nose

Takes it everywhere he goes



Maybe i don't want to know

Maybe i don't want to go

Where the sun shines up the mountain

Drinking wine

I won't wait till after nine



Oh, mr. pine doesn't wait till after nine

Doesn't pass the time the day

In the graveyard with his yesterday

Looks at it once, and he didn't stay




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