I'm an engine driver
On a long run, on a long run
Would I work 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 country 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