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Poison in the Pines — Westin Brooks | The Kind of Place You Don’t Leave

Poison in the Pines by Westin Brooks is a dark outlaw country story song exposing corruption, hypocrisy, and rot hiding beneath small-town smiles. With southern gothic imagery and razor-sharp storytelling, this song paints a haunting portrait of a town where lies grow deep, power is bought and sold, and truth suffocates under crooked signs. Poison in the Pines isn’t just a song—it’s a warning about what happens when greed, faith, and fear intertwine. Perfect for fans of dark outlaw country, gritty storytelling songs, and country music that pulls no punches. 🎶 Full Lyrics – Poison in the Pines Chorus / Intro There’s poison in the pines, Runs through the roots and the county lines. Whispers spread like venomous vines— No truth left, just crooked signs. This town’s soul ain’t hard to define— It’s poison In the pines. Verse 1 Main Street smiles with a rotten grin, Pretty paint hidin’ all the sin. Sheriff’s takin’ cash in a backroom deal, Pastor’s preachin’ what he don’t feel. Neighbors whisper like a choir of snakes, Buildin’ lies outta small mistakes. This place looks calm, but God knows the signs— Poison in the pines. Chorus There’s poison in the pines, Runs through the roots and the county lines. Whispers spread like venomous vines— No truth left, just crooked signs. This town’s soul ain’t hard to define— It’s poison In the pines. Verse 2 Every Sunday suit hides a sharpened blade, Trading halos for the deals they’ve made. A widow’s tears bought a banker’s boat, The mayor won with a stolen vote. They talk about faith and livin’ right, But sell their souls when the moon hits night. Ain’t no redemption in their design— Just poison in the pines. Chorus There’s poison in the pines, Runs through the roots and the county lines. Whispers spread like venomous vines— No truth left, just crooked signs. This town’s soul ain’t hard to define— It’s poison In the pines. Verse 3 I’ve seen good men break ‘cause the weight’s too strong, And the bad ones thrive like they can’t go wrong. You try to stand tall, but the ground ain’t clean, Feels like breathin’ in what you can’t unsee. One day this town will choke on its lies, Fall to its knees ‘neath judgment skies. But ‘til that day, hear the wind’s dark whine— There’s poison in the pines. Chorus / Outro There’s poison in the pines, Flowin’ through veins of the county’s mind. Truth don’t grow where the roots entwine— Just greed and ghosts in a bitter design. If you listen close, hear the warning sign— This town’s cursed With poison in the pines. 🔗 Listen & Follow Westin Brooks 🎥 YouTube: https://westinbrookslf.com/YouTube 🎧 Spotify: https://westinbrookslf.com/spotify 🍎 Apple Music: https://westinbrookslf.com/applemusic 🛒 Amazon Music: https://westinbrookslf.com/amazonmusic 🎵 Liquid Flow Records Country Playlist: https://westinbrookslf.com/LFRCountry... 💬 Liquid Flow Music Discord Community: https://westinbrookslf.com/Discord 📻 Liquid Flow Music 24/7 Kick Music Station: https://westinbrookslf.com/247Kick #WestinBrooks #PoisonInThePines #OutlawCountry #DarkCountry #SouthernGothic #CountryStorySong #RebelCountry #GrittyCountry