| Got an eyeful of moonlight
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| Shine down through the trees
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| Fell down by my bedside
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| All moony for sleep
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| But I woke right up, yall
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| Just to cut my hair
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| Don’t want no whippoorwills
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| To make a nest in there.
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| So I burned 'em up, boys,
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| Like the colored man said
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| Got a garnet gem, ya’ll,
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| Bound around my head.
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| Now I’m nestin' high
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| Them needles underneath
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| The Lord likes the pines y’all
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| Best of all his trees.
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| Pinetree Boogie, Pinetree Boogie, Pinetree Boogie
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| Do it all night lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ooh, all night long
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| Do it all night long, y’all
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| Do it all night long
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| Do it all night long |