I’d rather be in some dark hollow,
Where the sun don’t ever shine.
Than to be home alone,
Knowing that you’re gone.
Would cause me to lose my mind.
So blow your whistle freight train,
Take me further on down the track.
I’m going away, I’m leaving today.
I’m going but I ain’t coming back.
Than to see you another man’s darlin’,
And know you’ll never be mine.