Harlan County Line

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