Ain’t no place I can hide myself I’m gonna tie my pillow to a tree When the good Lord comes to look for me He knows where I will be I built a fortress in the mountains I dug a hole down in the plains My fortress it just crumbled My hole filled up with rain I’ve been high I’ve been low Ain’t no place I can hide myself I’m gonna tie my pillow to a tree I smell like rosin I taste like leaves Would you scoot on over Make some room for me Books I have read Lovers I have known When the forget me Oh where will I go I set sail on seven oceans There ain’t no country with my name I wrapped myself in pleasure And I kissed myself with pain I’ve been high I’ve been low I’ve been high I’ve been low I’ve been high I get low Aint no place I can hide myself I’m gonna tie my pillow to a tree