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 [Jean Ritchie] Copyright 1964 Jean Ritchie, Geordie Music Publishing Co. ASCAP When I was a curly headed baby My daddy sat me down on his knee And he said, son you go to school You learn your letters Don't you be a dirty miner like me. I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazard Holler. Coal cars rambled past my door. Now they're standing In rusty rows all empty And 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. Now he goes downtown with empty pockets And his face is white as the February snow. I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazard Holler. Coal cars rambled past my door. Now they're standing In rusty rows all 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 like I always did before. But them old kudzu vines Were growing through the doorways And leaves and grass were growing Right up through the floors. I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazard Holler. Coal cars rambled past my door. Now they're standing In rusty rows all empty And the L&N don't stop here anymore. [Print version] [Next song] |
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