The L&N Don't Stop Here Anymore Songtext
von Jean Ritchie

Oh when I was a curly-headed baby
My daddy sat me down upon his knee
Said "Son, you go to school and learn your letters
Don′t be no dusty miner like me."

I was born and raised in the mouth of Hazard hollow
Coal cars roaring and rumbling past my door
Now they're standing rusty rolling 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 down town with empty pockets
And his face is white as February snow


I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazard hollow
The coal cars roared and rumbled past my door
But now they're standing rusty rolling 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′ve done before
Them old kudzu vines had covered up the doorway
And there were trees and grass,
Well they′re growing right through the floor

I never thought I'd live to love the coal dust
I never thought I′d pray to hear that whistle roar
But Lord, how I wish the grass could change to money
And the green backs fill my pockets once more

I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazard hollow
The coal cars rolled and rumbling past my door
But now they standing rusty rolling empty
And the L&N don't stop here anymore