Oh, Mr. Pine doesn't wait till after nine
   There's not a friend he's had to buy
   Keeps his head above the sky
   Ain't got much, and he don't ask why
  
   Oh, Mr. Pine spends his summers drinking wine
   Has a friend called Gypsy Joe
   Wears an earring through his nose
   Takes it everywhere he goes
  
   Maybe I don't want to know
   Maybe I don't want to go
   Where the sun shines up the mountain
   Drinking wine
   I won't wait till after nine
  
   Oh, Mr. Pine doesn't wait till after nine
   Doesn't pass the time the day
   In the graveyard with his yesterday
   Looks at it once, and he didn't stay