The L & N Don't Stop Here Anymore

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

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

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

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

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

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

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