| Black girl, black girl, don’t lie to me
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| Tell me where did you sleep last night
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| In the pines, in the pines
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| Where the sun don’t ever shine
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| I would shiver the whole night through
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| Black girl, black girl, where will you go
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| I’m going where the cold wind blows
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| In the pines, in the pines
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| Where the sun don’t ever shine
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| I would shiver the whole night through
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| Her husband, was a hard working man
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| Just about a mile from here
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| His head was found in a driving wheel
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| But his body never was found
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| My girl, my girl, don’t lie to me
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| Tell me where did you sleep last night
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| In the pines, in the pines
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| Where the sun don’t ever shine
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| I would shiver the whole night through
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| My girl, my girl, where will you go
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| I’m going where the cold wind blows
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| In the pines, in the pines
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| Where the sun don’t ever shine
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| I would shiver the whole night through
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| My girl, my girl, don’t lie to me
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| Tell me where did you sleep last night
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| In the pines, in the pines
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| Where the sun don’t ever shine
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| I would shiver the whole night through
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| My girl, my girl, where will you go
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| I’m going where the cold wind blows
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| In the pines, in the pines
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| Where the sun don’t ever shine
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| I would shiver the whole night through |