Dark Hollow By David Bromberg I’d rather [A] be stuck in [E] some dark [A] hollow Where the sun refu[D]ses to [A] shine Then to be here a[E]lone, [D] knowing that you’re gone It would [A] cause me to [E] lose my [A] mind [E][A] Chorus So blow your [E] whistle [A] freight train Carrying me far on [D]down the [A] track I’m going a[E]way I’m [D] leaving today I’m [A] going and I [E] ain’t coming [A] back [E][A] I’d rather be stuck in [E] some dark [A] hollow Where the sun refu[D]ses to [A] shine Than to be stuck in [E] New York [D] City In a [A] small room with [E] you on my [A] mind. [E][A] Repeat Chorus