Kasey Chambers - These pines

^DThese 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^Dcover Or ^E can I return if I ^A try Should I ^D trade my ^G soul for a^Dnother Learn not to com^Aplain any ^G more Should I ^D stay and pre^Gtend 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^Glease my de^Dpression But these ^E trees bring it out every ^A night Well I don't ^Dtalk 'cause I'm ^Gtrying to ^D listen To the wind take me ^A home through these ^Gleaves 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