Kasey Chambers

^D These pines are not the ^G ones that I'm ^D used to
They won't carry me ^A home when I ^G cry
Am I ^D too far ^G gone to re ^D cover
Or ^E can I return if I ^A try
Should I ^D trade my ^G soul for a ^D nother
Learn not to com ^A plain any ^G more
Should I ^D stay and pre ^G tend that I'm ^D happy
Like ^A so many times be ^D fore
Yeah these ^G pines are not ^D mine
They don't ^A smell so sweet
Like the ^D ones in my mind
And ^A I search the needles
'Til I ^G run out of time
But I ^D don't see ^A you in these ^G pines
Do I ^D stumble or ^G falter my ^D words
When I'm saying every ^A thing is all ^G right
I'm ^D not one to re ^G lease my de ^D pression
But these ^E trees bring it out every ^A night
Well I don't ^D talk 'cause I'm ^G trying to ^D listen
To the wind take me ^A home through these ^G leaves
But it's ^D quiet and ^G I don't hear ^D nothing
'Cause the ^A wind doesn't blow through these ^D trees
Yeah these ^G pines are not ^D mine
They don't ^A smell so sweet
Like the ^D ones in my mind
And ^A I search the needles
'Til I ^G run out of time
But I ^D don't see ^A you in these ^G pines
No I ^D don't see ^A you in these ^G pines
^{D A G} . . . ^{D A G} . . . ^D