Letra de
The Decemberists - Engine Driver

I'm an engine driver
On a long run on a long run
Would I were 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 county lineman
On the highline on the highline
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