Harlan County Line - Dave Alvin
Another morning another motel bed
Another city waitin' up ahead
Light another menthol to clear my mind
Of those memories I pretend to forget
Cause I always want to live with out regrets
But yeah
I still think of her from time to time
Only she's still livin' across the Harlan County Line
Now when we met we were both livin' far from home
Tryin' to get by and tired of being alone
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 across the Harlan County Line
People can be Noble and 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 said there
Was trouble she had to handle back home
Then she gave me a number and said call any time
If I ever made it across the Harlan County Line
Now the years disappear out on the highway
And I lost her number somewhere along the way
So I'll say a little prayer that she's doing fine
Another morning another motel bed
Another city waitin' up ahead
And another small memory to leave behind
Somewhere across the Harlan County Line
Across the Harlan County Line
