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 you letters
And don't you be no dusty miner boy like me

Oh I was born and raised in the mouth if the Hazard Holler
Where the coal carts rolled and rumbled past my door
But now they stand in a rusty row of all empties
Because the L and 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 we go to town with empty pockets
And lord his face is as white as the February snow

Oh I was born and raised in the mouth if the Hazard Holler
Where the coal carts rolled and rumbled past my door
But now they stand in a rusty row of all empties
Because the L and N don't stop here anymore

Never thought I'd learn to love the coal dust
Never thought in 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

Oh I was born and raised in the mouth if the Hazard Holler
Where the coal carts rolled and rumbled past my door
But now they stand in a rusty row of all empties
Because the L and N don't stop here anymore

Last night I dreamt I went down to the office
To get my payday like I'd done before
But them old Kudzu vines they was covering the doorway
And there was leaves and grass growing right up through the floor

Oh I was born and raised in the mouth if the Hazard Holler
Where the coal carts rolled and rumbled past my door
But now they stand in a rusty row of all empties
Because the L and N don't stop here anymore
Because the L and N don't stop here anymore