Going Back to Harlan - Live

There where no cuckoos, no sycamores
 We played about the forest floor
 Underneath the silver maples, the balsams and the sky
 We popped the heads off of dandelions
 Assuming roles from nursery rhymes
 Rested on the riverbank and grew up by and by
 And grew up by and by
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 Frail my heart apart
 And play me a little Shady Grove
 Ring the bells of Rhymney
 'Til they ring inside my head forever
 Bounce the bow, rock the gallows
 For the hangman's reel
 And wake the devil from his dream
 I'm goin' back to Harlan, oh
 I'm goin' back to Harlan, oh
 I'm goin' back to Harlan
 And if you were Willie Moore
 And I was Barbara Allen or Fair Ellen
 All sad at the cabin door
 Weepin' and pinin' for love
 Weepin' and pinin' for love
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 Frail my heart apart
 And play me a little Shady Grove
 Ring the bells of Rhymney
 'Til they ring inside my head forever
 Bounce the bow, rock the gallows
 For the hangman's reel
 And wake the devil from his dream
 I'm goin' back to Harlan, oh
 I'm goin' back to Harlan, oh
 I'm goin' back to Harlan
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 I'm goin' back to Harlan, oh
 I'm goin' back to Harlan, oh
 I'm goin' back to Harlan, yeah
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 I'm goin' back to Harlan, oh
 I'm goin' back to Harlan, oh
 I'm goin' back to Harlan
 Oh
 Oh
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