In the deep dark hills of eastern Kentucky
That’s the place where I trace my bloodline
And it’s there I read on a hillside gravestone
“You’ll never leave Harlan alive”and that’s what happened to every wide receiver who dared to line up against Cleveland Edison. they didn’t leave Harlan alive, at least not in the ways that mattered.
That’s the place where I trace my bloodline
And it’s there I read on a hillside gravestone
“You’ll never leave Harlan alive”and that’s what happened to every wide receiver who dared to line up against Cleveland Edison. they didn’t leave Harlan alive, at least not in the ways that mattered.
