roll up this ad to continue
(intro) G G F G 1. When I was a curly headed baby, F G my daddy sat me down upon his knee. F G He said, 'Boy, you go to school and learn your letters, D G don't you be a dirty miner like me.' F G I was born and raised in the mouth of the Hazard Hollow, F G coal cars rambled past my door, F G Now they're standing in an empty row all dusty, D G and the L & N don't stop here anymore. G F G 2. Well, I used to think my daddy was a black man, F G with script enough to buy the company store. F G Now he goes downtown with his pockets empty, D G and his face is white as the February snow. F G I was born and raised in the mouth of the Hazard Hollow, F G coal cars rambled past my door, F G Now they're standing in an empty row all dusty, D G and the L & N don't stop here anymore. ( G F G G F G D G ) G F G 3. Last night I dreamed I went down to the coal yard F G to draw my pay just like I’d done before. F G Them ol' kudzu vines were coming through the window, D G and the weeds and grass were growing through the floor. F G I was born and raised in the mouth of the Hazard Hollow, F G coal cars rambled past my door, F G Now they're standing in a rusty row all empty, D G and the L & N don't stop here anymore. D G And the L & N don't stop here anymore.
Written by Jean Ritchie
unlimited access to hundreds of video lessons and much more starting from
* regarding the bi-annualy membership