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| Tira alusiva cortesía de Jorge Cavazos en Caballo Negro |
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
Her husband, was a hard working man
Just about a mile from here
His head was found in a driving wheel
But his body never was found
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
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No le quito crédito a Lead Belly en cuanto a la interpretación original con ese aire del cajun tan encantador, pero debo ser honesto y aceptar que no es mi estilo y que de no ser por Cobain (y Caballo Negro) no tendría ni puta idea de que existía una canción tan viejita que cuenta una historia lo suficientemente ambigua y cruda para que generaciones distintas la discutan e imaginen en sus cabezas todo lo demás que la letra omite.
Y también debo ser sincero y aceptar que el greñudo ese le da punch con esa voz desafinada y sus gritos viscerales.

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