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Dark Hollow
I'd rather [C]be in [G]some dark [C]hollow
Where the sun don't [F]ever [C]shine
Than to be at [C7]home [F]knowing that you're gone
Would cause me to [G]lose my [C]mind
Chorus:
So blow your whistle freight train
Carry me further on down the track
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 ever shine
Than to be in some big city
In a small room with your love on my mind
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