Linda McRae: MUSIC/LYRICS/VIDEO

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A song by the great Jean Ritchie, www.jeanritchie.com

The L&N DON’T STOP HERE ANYMORE           

 

When I was a curly headed baby

My daddy sat me down upon his knee

He said, son go to school and learn your letters,

Don't you be no dusty miner like me."

 

I was born and raised on the banks of the hazzard holler

where the coal cars rolled and rumbled past my door

now they sit in a rusty row all empty

and the l & n don't stop here anymore

 

I used to think my daddy was a black man

With script enough to buy the company store

But now he goes downtown town with empty pockets

And his face as white as a February snow

 

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

never thought I'd pray to hear that whistle roar

but god, I wish that grass would turn to money

Let those green backs fill my pockets once more

 

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Last night I dreamed I went down to the office

To get my payday like I'd done before

Them ol' kudzu vines were comin’ through the doorway

there were trees and grass a’growin' through the floor

 

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