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My Woman Always Liked Pine
My woman always liked pine. Using only the finest cuts of wood With my hands I'd fashion her, Exquisive things, expressing my love As only an artist could. My creations kept alive Our love forever she swore, Until I found her one night On her back, in the back room Of Charlie Forrester's store. Time cannot erase that awful sight, When my best carving knlfe For honor stole away Young Forrester's wretched life. But for love I paid the cost, She's leaving on the noon day train, Her affecton forever lost. Still she loved those creations of mine, Especially the one I'm sending her home in. My woman always did like pine. |