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Another morning, another motel bed,
Another city waiting up ahead,
Light another menthol to clear my mind.
Feelings and memories I try to forget,
Cause I always wanted to live without regrets,
But, yeah, I still think of her from time to time.
Is she still living across the Harlan County line?

And when we met, we were both living far from home,
Tried to get by, 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 a 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, people can be cruel,
They'll make you president but 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 a trouble she had to handle back home,
Then she gave me a number and said "Call anytime"
If I ever crossed the Harlan County Line.

Now the years disappear, I'm on the highway,
And I lost her number somewhere along the way,
So I'll say a little prayer that se's doing fine.
Another morning, another motel bed,
Another city waiting up ahead,
And another small memory to leave behind,
Somewhere across the Harlan County line.
Across the arlan County line.

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