[Chorus: Blaine Taylor]
There ain’t no river in these piney woods
These trees grow in rain
The men come and cut it down
And burn it to shame
There ain’t no river in these piney woods
These trees grow in rain
The men come and cut it down
And burn it to shame

[Verse 1: Blaine Taylor]
You told your dad if he hit you once more he better not [?] that he will fall asleep
Your dad told his dad again, you better not tell me [?] take another drink
Oh, now they’re down at my feet
And I really [?] and censor memory
God, don’t lеt them sense mе

[Chorus: Blaine Taylor]
There ain’t no river in these piney woods
These trees grow in rain
The men come and cut it down
And burn it to sh-

[Verse 2: 350]
Rain in the summertime
Trees good, tryna’ follow the vine
I remember looking up at the Vine
She puts me in the river, they are pushing the wine
Trees in the meadow, they are picking the leaves
Laugh when they fell in the autumn breeze
Mask my feelings, I ain’t one to leave
Got the O2, and it came from the trees
[Bridge: 350]
There’s oil in the river
Words and the works in the river
Words getting blurred in the river
Birds getting hurt in the river, yeah
There’s oil in the river
Words and the works in the river
Words getting blurred in the river
Birds getting hurt in the river, yeah

[Outro: Blaine Taylor]
Oh, when I look down at my feet
When I wish [?] was easy
Oh, everything I thought would free
Only God [?] can believe me
Can’t see myself and the string I’m on
Only see my worth and the trees that grow
Can’t see myself and the string I’m on
Only see my worth and the trees that grow