Once in my youth, I stood on this mountain
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And planted some pines in the sand
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Every day I looked their way
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But just couldn't understand
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Why they never grew like I thought they should do
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I just couldn't understand why
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Now I've rambled around this wide world through
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And today I just happened by
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Tall pines, tall pines
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Reaching up for the clouds
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Tall pines, tall pines
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I bet you wouldn't know me now.
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I'll never forget the morning I left
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The hum of the bees in the hay
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The farther I walk, the harder they talk
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How silent it seems here today
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There's an old rail fence that we built, inch by inch
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Surrounding the old family graves
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And there's one gravestone standing all alone
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There waiting to join me in the shade
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Tall pines, tall pines
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Reaching up for the clouds
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Tall pines, tall pines
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I've come home to sleep beneath your boughs.
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Tall Pines
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| Bill Monroe |
