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From: Ugo Piomelli
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{title: The L&N don't stop here anymore}
{st:Jean Ritchie}
When I was a curly-headed baby
My daddy set me down on his knee
Saying ``Son you go to school, you learn your letters
Don't you be no dusty miner, boy like me''
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I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazard Holler
Where the coal carts rolled and rumbled past my door
But now they stand in a rusty row of all empties
Because the L&N don't stop here anymore
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
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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
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C: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
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# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
# by Ugo Piomelli
<ugo@eng.umd.edu>
# 7 November 1992
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