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The Engine Driver

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The Engine Driver

I'm an engine driver
On a long run, on a long run
Would I were beside her
She's a long one, such a long one
 
And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go
 
I'm a county lineman
On a high line, on a high line
So will be my grandson
There are powerlines in our bloodlines
 
And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go
 
And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones
My bones
 
I'm a money lender
I have fortunes upon fortunes
Take my hand for tender
I am tortured, ever tortured
 
And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go
 
And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer, I am all that you have home
Home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones
My bones
 
(And if you don't love me let me go)
And if you don't love me let me go
(And if you don't love me let me go)
And if you don't love me let me go
 
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submitted on 11 Ott 2021 - 17:05
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Writer(s): Colin Meloy
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