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The L&N don't stop here anymore Jean Ritchie
W[Em]hen I was a c[D]urly-headed ba[Em]by
My daddy set me d[D]own on his kn[Em]ee
Saying ``Son you go to sch[D]ool, you learn your le[Em]tters
Don't you be[C] no dusty mi[D]ner, boy like m[Em]e''
Chorus
I was bo[D]rn and raised at the mouth of the Hazard Ho[Em]ller
Where the co[D]al carts rolled and rumbled past my d[Em]oor
But now they stand in a ru[D]sty row of all em[Em]pties
Because the L[C]&N don't st[D]op here an[Em]ymore
I used to think my father was a black man
With scrip enough to buy the company store
But now he goes to town with empty pockets
And his face is as white as the February snow
Chorus
Never thought I'd live to lean to love the coaldust
Never thought I'd pray to hear those temples roar
But God I wish the grass would turn to money
And then them greenbacks would fill my pockets once more
Chorus
Last night I dreamed I went down to the office
To get my payday like I done before
But them old kudzu vines was covering the doorway
And there was leaves and grass growing up through the floor
Chorus
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