Harlan County Line - Dave Alvin

Another morning, another motel bed

Another city waiting up ahead

Light another menthol to clear my mind

Of those memories I pretend to forget

'cause I always want to live without regrets

But, yeah, I still think of her from time to time

And is she still living cross the Harlan County Line

When we met we were both living far from home

Tryin' to get by and tired of being alone

And for a moment I thought she was mine

'Cause she had a voice I just wanted to believe

She said her mother was full blood Cherokee

And her daddy was a union man down in the mines

Fighting the good fight cross the Harlan County Line…

People can be Noble or people can be Cruel

They’ll make you president or they’ll make you a fool

But she always treated me nice and kind

Until that day she left me on my own

She said there was trouble she had to handle back home

But she gave me a number and said, «Call anytime»

If I ever made it cross the Harlan County Line…

The years disappear out on the highway

And I lost her number somewhere along the way

But I’ll say a little prayer that she’s doing fine

Another morning, another motel bed

Another city waiting up ahead

And another small memory to leave behind

Somewhere cross the Harlan County Line