Chords for Kathy Mattea, L&N Don't Stop Here Anymore

Tempo:
96.85 bpm
Chords used:

F

Eb

Cm

Bb

Gm

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Kathy Mattea, L&N Don't Stop Here Anymore chords
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If you don't mind, just pardon us [G] for a few minutes while we channel our inner hillbillies.
[F]
When I [Eb] was a curly [F]-headed baby, my daddy sat [Eb] me down on [F] his knee.
He said, go [Eb] to school, get [F] your letters, [Cm] don't you be a dirty coal miner [F] like me.
I [Eb] was born and raised in the mountain, the [F] highland, the highland.
[Eb] Old cars rumbled [F] past my door.
Now [Eb] they stand in a rusty row, [F] all empty.
Cause [Cm] the L.A. Nets don't stop here [F] anymore.
I used to think [Bb] my daddy was a [F] black man, stripped in [Eb] love by the company [F] store.
Now he [Eb] goes to [Gm] town with empty pockets, [F]
[Cm] and his face is white as February snow.
I [Eb] was born and raised in the mountain, the [F] highland, the highland.
[Eb] Old cars rumbled [F] past my door.
Now they stand [Eb] in a rusty row, [F] all empty.
Cause [Cm] the L.A. Nets don't stop here [F] anymore.
[Eb] [F]
[Eb] [F]
[Eb] [F] [Cm]
[F] I never thought [Bb] I'd learn to [F] love the coal dust.
Never thought I'd [Eb] pray to hear that [D] whistle roar.
[F] Oh God, I [Eb] wish the grass would [F] turn to money.
[Cm] And those greenbacks fill my pockets [F] up once more.
Yeah, [Eb] I was born and raised in [F] the mountain, the highland, the highland.
[Eb]
Old cars rumbled [Gm] past my door.
[F]
Now they [Eb] stand in a rusty [F] row, all empty.
[Cm] Cause the L.A. Nets don't stop [F] here anymore.
Last night [Eb] I dreamed I went down to [F] the coal yard.
To draw my [Eb] pay like I had [F] done before.
But them cut-through [Eb] vines are covering [F] all the windows.
[Cm] And there were leaves and grass growing right up through [F] the floor.
Yeah, [Eb] I was born and raised in the mountain, the [F] highland, the highland.
[Eb]
Old cars rumbled past [D] my door.
[F] Now they [Eb] stand in a rusty row, [F] all empty.
Cause [Cm] the L.A. Nets don't stop here [Fm] anymore.
[F] [Eb] [F]
[Eb]
[F] [Eb] [F]
[Cm] [Gm] [Ab]
[Bb] [F]
Key:  
F
134211111
Eb
12341116
Cm
13421113
Bb
12341111
Gm
123111113
F
134211111
Eb
12341116
Cm
13421113
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If you don't mind, just pardon us [G] for a few minutes while we channel our inner hillbillies.
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ When I [Eb] was a curly [F]-headed baby, _ my daddy sat [Eb] me down on [F] his knee.
_ He said, go [Eb] to school, get [F] your letters, _ [Cm] don't you be a dirty coal miner [F] like me.
I [Eb] was born and raised in the mountain, the [F] highland, the highland.
_ _ [Eb] Old cars rumbled [F] past my door.
_ _ Now [Eb] they stand in a rusty row, [F] all empty.
Cause [Cm] the L.A. _ _ _ Nets don't stop here [F] anymore. _ _
I used to think [Bb] my daddy was a [F] black man, stripped in [Eb] love by the company [F] store. _
Now he [Eb] goes to [Gm] town with empty pockets, [F] _
[Cm] and his face is white as February snow. _
I [Eb] was born and raised in the mountain, the [F] highland, the highland. _
_ [Eb] Old cars rumbled [F] past my door. _ _
Now they stand [Eb] in a rusty row, [F] all empty.
Cause [Cm] the L.A. _ _ _ Nets don't stop here [F] anymore. _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ I never thought [Bb] I'd learn to [F] love the coal dust.
Never thought I'd [Eb] pray to hear that [D] whistle roar.
_ [F] Oh God, I [Eb] wish the grass would [F] turn to money.
_ [Cm] And those greenbacks fill my pockets [F] up once more.
Yeah, [Eb] I was born and raised in [F] the mountain, the highland, the highland.
_ [Eb]
Old cars rumbled [Gm] past my door.
_ [F] _
Now they [Eb] stand in a rusty [F] row, all empty.
[Cm] Cause the L.A. _ _ Nets _ don't stop [F] here anymore.
_ Last night [Eb] I dreamed I went down to [F] the coal yard.
To draw my [Eb] pay like I had [F] done before.
_ But them cut-through [Eb] vines are covering [F] all the windows.
_ [Cm] And there were leaves and grass growing right up through [F] the floor.
Yeah, [Eb] I was born and raised in the mountain, the [F] highland, the highland.
_ _ [Eb]
Old cars rumbled past [D] my door.
[F] _ Now they [Eb] stand in a rusty row, [F] all empty.
Cause [Cm] the L.A. _ _ _ _ Nets _ don't stop here [Fm] anymore. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Gm] _ [Ab] _
[Bb] _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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