C
Traditional
I'd rather be in some dark hollow
Where the sun don't never shine
And to be here alone, knowing that you’re gone
It would cause me to lose my mind
[Chorus]
So blow your whistle freight train
Carry me far on down the track
Well I'm going away
I'm leaving today
I'm leaving but I ain't coming back
I'd rather be in some dark hollow
Where the sun don't never shine
Than to be here in some big city
In a small room with you on my mind
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