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