1: I'd rather be in some dark hollow,
Where the sun don't never shine,
Than to be at home alone, knowin' that you're gone,
Would cause me to lose my mind.

CH: So blow your whistle, freight train,
Blow it far on down the track.
I'm goin' away, I'm leavin' today,
I'm goin', but I ain't comin' back.

2: I'd rather be in some dark hollow
Where the sun don't never shine,
Than to be in this big city,
In a small room with you, love, on my mind.
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That's how I've always done it. I'm sure there are myriad variations.
James.