The L&N Don't Stop Here Anymore

June Carter:
When I was a curly-headed baby
My daddy sat me down on his knee
He said 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 a hazard hollow
Coal cars a rambling past my door
Now they’re standing in a rusty row of empty
And the L & N don’t stop here anymore

I used to think my daddy was a black man
With script enough to buy the company store
Now he goes downtown with empty pockets
And his face is white as a February snow

I was born and raised in the mouth of a hazard hollow
Coal cars a rambling past my door
Now they’re standing in a rusty row of empty
And the L & N don’t stop here anymore

Last night I dreamed I went down to the coal yard
To draw my pay as I had done before
Them old kudzu vines covered the window
Trees and grass growing through the floor

I was born and raised in the mouth of a hazard hollow
Coal cars a rambling past my door
Now they’re standing in a rusty row of empty
And the L & N don’t stop here anymore
No, the L & N don’t stop here anymore