Whistle Through the Pines

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Iron spikes driven deep in the Georgia clay Working all through the heat of the summer day Steel wheels rolling down the old L & N Gonna see my sweet magnolia gal again [Chorus] Oh, the banjo's picking and the fiddle's crying low Hear that whistle blowin' through the pines and snow Pack my heavy duffel, gonna ease my mind Leaving all the sorrow and the dust behind [Verse 2] Granddaddy's fiddle hanging on the parlor wall Grandma's voice singing through the maple hall Moonshine shining in a mason jar Wishing on a dying evening shooting star [Chorus] Oh, the banjo's picking and the fiddle's crying low Hear that whistle blowin' through the pines and snow Pack my heavy duffel, gonna ease my mind Leaving all the sorrow and the dust behind [Bridge] Mountains rise up high where the hawk takes flight Cabin fire burning on a frosty night Ain't no golden riches in a working man's hand Just a simple life upon my native land [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] Oh, the banjo's picking and the fiddle's crying low Hear that whistle blowin' through the pines and snow Pack my heavy duffel, gonna ease my mind Leaving all the sorrow and the dust behind [Outro] Almost home... Hear that whistle blow Back where the mountain rivers flow [Fade out]