It Makes Me Pine

S. Celestini © 2007

It makes me pine, that you don’t need me That you could leave me, so easily Please just this time, don’t run for cover Just be my lover, don’t make me pine Princess of a tribe near northern water Once you were the Dixie belle next door That carpetbagger talked you into leavin’ What’d he have to go and steal you for? Chorus Never even told me you were leavin’ Heard you jumped the train near Powder Springs Returned to sender the letters that I wrote you Hurtin’s all the postman ever brings Made the lonely trek up north to find you Turns out you don’t love him anymore But neither were you interested in hearing ‘bout you and me the way we was before Chorus Just be my lover, don’t make me pine Just be my lover, don’t make me pine

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