When I was a curly headed baby,
my daddy sat me down upon his knee.
He said, "Boy, you go to school and learn your letters,
don't you be a dirty miner like me."
I was born and raised in the mouth of the Hazard Hollow,
coal cars rambled past my door,
Now they're standing in an rusty row all empty,
and the L & N don't stop here anymore.
verse 2
Well, I used to think my daddy was a black man,
with script enough to buy the company store.
Now he goes downtown with his pockets empty,
and his face is white as the February snow.
I was born and raised in the mouth of the Hazard Hollow,
coal cars rambled past my door,
Now they're standing in an rusty row all empty,
and the L & N don't stop here anymore.
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verse 3
Last night I dreamed I went down to the coal yard
to draw my pay just like I?d done before.
Them ol' kudzu vines were coming through the window,
and the weeds and grass were growing through the floor.
I was born and raised in the mouth of the Hazard Hollow,
coal cars rambled past my door,
Now they're standing in a rusty row all empty,
and the L & N don't stop here anymore.
And the L & N don't stop here anymore.