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The L&N Don’t Stop Here Anymore

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When I was a curly headed baby
My daddy sat me down on his knee
Sayin’, “Son, you go to school, you learn your letters
Don’t you be no dusty miner boy like me.”

I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazard Hollow
Where the coal cars rolled and rambled past my door
Now they stand in a rusty row all empty
Because the L & N Don’t stop here anymore

I used to think my daddy was a black man
With script enough to buy the company store
Now he goes to town with empty pockets
And Lord his face is white as a February snow

I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazard Hollow
Where the coal cars rolled and rambled past my door
Now they stand in a rusty row all empty
Because the L & N Don’t stop here anymore

Never thought I’d live to learn to love the coal dust,
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.

I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazard Hollow
Where the coal cars rolled and rambled past my door
Now they stand in a rusty row all empty
Because the L & N Don’t stop here anymore

Last night I dreamed I went down to the office
To get my payday like I done before
Them ol’ kudzu vines they was coverin’ over the doorway
And there was leaves and grass growin’ right up through the floor.

I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazard Hollow
Where the coal cars rolled and rambled past my door
Now they stand in a rusty row all empty
Because the L & N Don’t stop here anymore

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