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Thread #85261 Message #1597024
Posted By: Joe Offer
04-Nov-05 - 12:17 AM
Thread Name: DTStudy: Songs of Jean Ritchie
Subject: DTStudy: The L&N Don't Stop Here Anymore
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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THE L and N DON'T STOP HERE ANYMORE (Jean Ritchie)
O 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.
CHORUS 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 and 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 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 a-growin' right through 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.