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From: Ugo Piomelli <ugo@eng.umd.edu> Title: The L&N don't stop here anymore Subtitle: Jean Ritchie
WEmhen I was a cDurly-headed baEmby My daddy set me dDown on his knEmee Saying ''Son you go to schDool, you learn your leEmtters Don't you beC no dusty miDner, boy like mEme''

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 I was boDrn and raised at the mouth of the Hazard HoEmller Where the coDal carts rolled and rumbled past my dEmoor But now they stand in a ruDsty row of all emEmpties Because the LC&N don't stDop here anEmymore
I used to think my father was a black man With scrip enough to buy the company store But now he goes to town with empty pockets And his face is as white as the February snow

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 Never thought I'd live to lean 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

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 Last night I dreamed I went down to the office To get my payday like I done before But them old kudzu vines was covering the doorway And there was leaves and grass growing up through the floor

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# # Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives # by Ugo Piomelli <ugo@eng.umd.edu> # 7 November 1992