I'd rather be in some dark hollow where the sun don't ever shine

Then to be at home alone and knowin' that you're gone

Would cause me to lose my mind.

Well blow your whistle freight train carry me far on down the track

Well I'm going away, I'm leaving today

I'm goin', but I ain't comin' back.

I'd rather be in some dark hollow where the sun don't ever shine

Then to be in some big city, in a small room, with you upon my mind.