The Engine Driver

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 power lines 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 --- The Engine Driver - The Decemberists