Dark Hollow


I'd rather be in some dark hollow,
Where the sun don’t never shine,
Than to be all alone and far away from home
It would cause me to lose my mind

Chorus;
So blow your whistle freight train,
Carry me father on down the track,
For I’m going away I’m leaving today,
I’m going but I ain’t coming back.

I’d rather be in some dark hollow,
Where the sun don’t never shine,
Than to be Lord in some big city,
In a small room with you on my mind.