Chords for The L&N Don't Stop Here Anymore - Norman Blake - Directions LP

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[D#] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh, when I was [B] a curly [C#m]-headed baby, _ _ _ _ my daddy sat [B] me down on [C#m] his _ knee.
_ _ He said, son, you go [B] to school, learn [C#m] your letter. _
_ Well, don't [G#m] you be no dusty miner _ [C#m] like me. _
_ _ [B] I was born and raised at the mouth of the [C#m] hazard holler. _
_ _ There [B] were coal cars roarin' and rumblin' past [C#m] my door. _
_ _ _ _ Now they're standin' rust-tired, rolled up empty. _ _
_ _ _ [G#] Cause the L _ [G#m]
&H _ _ don't stop here [C#m] anymore. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Well, they used to think [B] that my daddy [C#m] was a black _ man.
He _ _ was scrippin' up [B] just to buy the Communist [C#m] _ _
don'ts.
_ _ _ _ Now he goes _ [B] downtown with [C#m] empty pockets. _
_ _ And, [A#] Lord, [G#m] his face is white _ as the February _ [C#m]
snow.
_ _ _ _ I [B] was born and raised at the mouth of the [C#m] hazard holler.
_ _ _ _ There [B] were coal cars roarin' and rumblin' past [C#m] my _ door. _ _ _ _
Now they're standin' rust-tired, rolled up empty.
_ _ _ _ Cause [G#m] the L _ &H _ _ don't stop here _ [C#m] anymore. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Never thought I'd [B] learn to live to love [C#m] the coal dust.
_ _ _ Never thought I'd pray [B] to hear the tipper [C#m] _ roar. _ _ _ _
But, God, I wish [B] that grass could turn [C#m] to money.
_ _ _ And then [G#m] them green _ banks _ fill my pockets [C#m] once more. _
_ _ I [B] was born and raised at the mouth of the [C#m] hazard holler. _
There _ [B] were coal cars roarin' and rumblin' past [C#m] my door. _
_ _ _ _ Now they're standin' rust-tired, rolled up empty. _
_ _ _ [G#m] Cause the L _ &H _ _ don't stop here _
[C#m] anymore. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Last night I dreamt [B] that I went down [C#m] to the _ office
_ _ _ just to get my [B] payday like I done [C#m] _ before. _
_ _ Them old cut-through [B] vines they'd covered all [C#m] the doorway. _
_ _ [G#] And [G#m] there was trees and _ grass, _ well, they're growin' right through [C#m] the floor.
_ _ _ _ I [B] was born and raised at the mouth of the [C#m] hazard holler. _ _ _ _
[B] There were coal cars roarin' and rumblin' past [C#m] my _ door. _ _ _ _
Now they're standin' rust-tired, rolled up empty. _ _ _ _
[G#] Cause the L _ [G#m] _ &H _ don't stop here [C#m] anymore. _ _ _
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[B] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
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