He's his own grandpa Now many many years ago When I was twenty-three I was married to a widow Who was pretty as could be This widow had a grown-up daughter Who had hair of red My father fell in love with her And soon the two were wed This made my dad my son-in-law And changed my very life My daughter was my mother 'Cause she was my father's...Learn More

I'd rather be in some dark hollow Where the sun don't ever shine Than to be in some big city In a small room with her on my mind So blow your whistle freight train Take me far on down the track I'm goin' away I'm leavin' today I'm goin', but I ain't comin' back I'd rather be in some dark hollow Where the sun don't ever shine Than to be home alone...Learn More