The L & N Don’t Stop Here Anymore Jean Ritchie Michelle Shocked Key Em 
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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