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The L & N Don't Stop Here Anymore

Key: G

Introduction: G    

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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."
                             F                                                                                                                                                                                    G  
I was born and raised in the mouth of the Hazard Hollow,
     F                                                                                                            G  
coal cars rambled past my door,
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Now they're standing in an empty row all dusty,
                                  D                                                                                                            G  
and the L & N don't stop here anymore.
                                          G                                                                 F                                                 G  
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,
                                                D                                                                                                                            G  
          and his face is white as the February snow.
                             F                                                                                                                                                                                    G  
I was born and raised in the mouth of the Hazard Hollow,
     F                                                                                                            G  
coal cars rambled past my door,
                                                                                                                        F                                                    G  
Now they're standing in an empty row all dusty,
                                  D                                                                                                            G  
and the L & N don't stop here anymore.
 G  F  G     F  G    D  G)  
                                  G                                                                    F                                                                 G  
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.
                             F                                                                                                                                                                                    G  
I was born and raised in the mouth of the Hazard Hollow,
     F                                                                                                            G  
coal cars rambled past my door,
                                                                                                                  F                                              G  
Now they're standing in a rusty row all empty,
                                  D                                                                                                            G  
and the L & N don't stop here anymore.
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And the L & N don't stop here anymore.

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