Turpentine

Deep in the piney woods Breathe it til your head ache Working for six dimes Breathe it til the ground shake Lord and that fever's high Hard luck life Hurry boy The sun is going down Deep in the piney wood Hell in its own place Working that sticky gold Flowing from a cat face Lord and that fever's high Hard luck life ⁄ Hurry boy The sun is going down Deep in the piney woods Hell in its own place Lungs can't breathe Poisoned heat Fever's high Hard luck life Heavy load Like a stone Hurry boy The sun is going down