THE L & N DON'T STOP HERE ANYMORE

(Jean Ritchie)



Oh, 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 roaring and a tumbling past my door

Now they're standing rusty, rolling empty

And the L & N don't stop here any more



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 a February snow



Last night I dreamt I went down to the office

To get my payday like I done before

Them old cudsy vines had covered up the doorway

And there was trees and grass, well agrowing right thru the floor



I never thought I'd live to love the coal dust

Never thought I'd pray to hear the tipple roar

But, Lord, how I wish that grass could change to money

Them greenbacks fill my pockets once more



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Copyright Geordie Music Publishing, Inc.

recorded by Guy Carawan

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