Behind the house where I lived
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Back when I was a kid
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I played G.I. Joe beneath the tall pine trees
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I'd fight imaginary wars
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'Til my mom called from our back porch
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And I'd come home covered in that pine pitch
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From my head down to my knees
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Too big to wrap my arms around
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Surely older than I could count
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Must have been there since the Mayflower crossed the sea
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They'd been through blizzards and hurricanes
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Summer droughts and freezing rain
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Them pines would live forever
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At least that's how it seemed to me
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CHORUS:
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Now what's become of the old pine woods
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It's all gone and there's a brand new neighborhood
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All for a buck they cut down all those trees
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They subdivided all of my fondest memories
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When those trucks came for my woods
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I did everything I could
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And it was war for real when school let out that June
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I ripped down flags and I pulled up stakes
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But what difference can one boy make
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Them pines still fell like thunder on a summer afternoon
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CHORUS
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And I never became friends
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With the families that moved in
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They were different from us or so it seemed
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I grew up and moved away
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I just go home on holidays
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But those tall and tangled pines
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They're still falling in my dreams
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We all want the greenest lawn
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And a country club where we belong
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And an SUV to get us there in style
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But we don't keep track of what we've lost
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We can't calculate the cost
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When there's no place left for a boy's
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Imagination to run wild
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So what's become of the old pine woods
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It's all gone and it's gone for good
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All for a buck they cut down all those trees
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Imaginary Wars
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| Mark Erelli |
