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letra de the l&n don't stop here anymore - lorre wyatt

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when i was a curly-headed baby
my daddy set me down upon his knee;
said, “son, you go to school and learn your letters;
don’t be no dusty miner, like me.”

for i was born and raised at the mouth of the hazard holler
coal cars roarin’ and a-rumblin’ past my door;
now they’re standin’ rusty, rollin’ empty
and the l & n don’t stop here anymore

i used to think my daddy was a black man
with scrip enough to buy the company store;
but now he goes downtown with empty pockets
and his face as white as february snow

for i was born and raised at the mouth of the hazard holler
coal cars roarin’ and a-rumblin’ past my door;
now they’re standin’ rusty, rollin’ empty
and the l & n don’t stop here anymore

last night i dreamt i went down to the office
to get my payday like i done before;
but them old kudzy vines had covered up the doorway
and there was trees and grass, just a-growin’ right through the floor

for i was born and raised at the mouth of the hazard holler
coal cars roarin’ and a-rumblin’ past my door;
now they’re standin’ rusty, rollin’ empty
and the l & n don’t stop here anymore
well, i never thought i’d live to love the coal dust;
i never thought i’d pray to hear the tipple roar
but, lord, how i wish that grass could change to money
and them greenbacks fill my pockets once more

for i was born and raised at the mouth of the hazard holler
coal cars roarin’ and a-rumblin’ past my door;
now they’re standin’ rusty, rollin’ empty
and the l & n don’t stop here anymore

- lorre wyatt

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