I’d rather [A] be stuck in [E] some dark [A] hollow
Where the sun refu[D]ses to [A] shine
Then to be here a[E]lone, [D] knowing that you’re gone
It would [A] cause me to [E] lose my [A] mind [E][A]
Chorus
So blow your [E] whistle [A] freight train
Carrying me far on [D]down the [A] track
I’m going a[E]way I’m [D] leaving today
I’m [A] going and I [E] ain’t coming [A] back [E][A]
I’d rather be stuck in [E] some dark [A] hollow
Where the sun refu[D]ses to [A] shine
Than to be stuck in [E] New York [D] City
In a [A] small room with [E] you on my [A] mind. [E][A]
Repeat Chorus
