Dark Hollow

Gene Clark

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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.

So blow your whistle freight train
Take me far on down the track
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 on my mind.

I'd rather be in some dark hollow
Where the sun don't ever shine
Then to see you another man's darlin'
And to know that you'll never be mine.