The L&N

When I was a curly headed baby

My daddy set me down on his knee

Saying, "Son you go to school

You learn your letters

Now, don't you be no dusty miner, boy, like me"



Oh, I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazzard Holler

Where the coal cars rolled and rumbled past my door

Now they stand in a rusty row of all empties

Because the L&N don't stop here anymore



I used to think my daddy was a black man

With scrip enough to buy the company store

But now he goes to town with empty pockets

And, Lord, his face is white

As the February snow



I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazzard Holler

Where the coal cars rolled and rumbled past my door

But now they stand in a rusty row of all empties

Because the L&N don't stop here anymore



Never thought I'd live to learn to love the coaldust

Never thought I'd pray to hear those temples roar

But, God, I wish the grass would turn to money

And then them greenbacks

Would fill my pockets once more



I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazzard Holler

Where the coal cars rolled and rumbled past my door

But now they stand in a rusty row of all empties

Because the L&N don't stop here anymore



Last night I dreamed I went down to the office

To get my payday like I done before

But them old kudzu vines, they was covering over the doorway

And there was leaves and grass

Growing right up to the floor



I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazzard Holler

Where the coal cars rolled and rumbled past my door

But now they stand in a rusty row of all empties

Because the L&N don't stop here anymore

Because the L&N don't stop here anymore

Aw, the L&N don't stop here anymore