The Ln Dont Stop Here Anymore

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G            F            G
When I was a curly headed baby,
                 F             G
my daddy sat me down upon his knee.
                          F                     G
He said, "Boy, you go to school and learn your letters,
          Dm                    G
don't you be a dirty miner like me."

       F                                          G
I was born and raised in the mouth of the Hazard Hollow,
  F                        G
coal cars rambled past my door,
                            F             G
Now they're standing in an rusty row all empty,
        Dm                     G
and the L & N don't stop here anymore.

                         F           G
Well, I used to think my daddy was a black man,
                      F                G
with script enough to buy the company store.
             F                         G
Now he goes downtown with his pockets empty,
        Dm                            G
and his face is white as the February snow.

       F                                          G
I was born and raised in the mouth of the Hazard Hollow,
  F                       G
coal cars rambled past my door,
                            F             G
Now they're standing in an rusty row all empty,
        Dm                     G
and the L & N don't stop here anymore.

| G F | G |
| G F | G |
| G F | G |
| Dm  | G |
| Dm  | G |
| Dm  | G |

      G                 F                     G
Last night I dreamed I went down to the coal yard
                     F             G
to draw my pay just like I’d done before.
                           F                  G
Them ol' kudzu vines were coming through the window,
                              Dm                  G
and the weeds and grass were growing through the floor.

       F                                         G
I was born and raised in the mouth of the Hazard Hollow,
  F                        G
coal cars rambled past my door,
                           F             G
Now they're standing in a rusty row all empty,
        Dm                     G
and the L & N don't stop here anymore.

        Dm                     G
And the L & N don't stop here anymore.

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