Chords for Jean Ritchie - L and N don't stop here anymore.wmv
Tempo:
91.175 bpm
Chords used:
Am
Em
G
A
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Am] [G] [Am]
[A] Oh, when I was [Em] a curly [A]-headed baby, [Am] my dad [Em] laid me down upon [Am] the bed and said,
Son, you go [Em] to school and learn [Am] your letters.
[Em] Don't be no dusty miner.
[Am] I [G] was born and raised at the mouth of the [Am] hazard holler.
[Em] Cold cars [G] roaring and rumbling [Am] past my door.
Now they're standing rusty, rolling in me, [Em] and the air in me don't stop [Am] purring anymore.
I used [Em] to think my daddy [Am] was a black man with script [Em] enough to buy the [Am] company,
but now he [Em] goes downtown with him [Am] talking, and [Em] his face as white as February [Am] snow.
I [Em] was born [G] and raised at the mouth [Am] of the hazard holler.
[G] Cold cars roaring and rumbling [Am] past my door.
Now they're standing rusty, rolling in me, [Em] and the air in me don't stop [Am] purring anymore.
Last night I dreamt I [Em] went down [A] to the office to get my [Em] payday like I [Am] done before.
Them old cutsy [Em] vines had covered [Am] up the door, [Em] and there was trees and grass, well, they're growing [Am] right through the floor.
I'd
[G] [Am]
[Em] live [Am] to love the coal dust.
Never thought I'd [Em] wait here in the [Am] hip of the road.
But Lord, I wish [Em] that grass could [Am] change to money.
[Em] Them greenbacks filled my pocket [Am] once more.
I [G] was [Em] born and raised at the mouth of the [Am] hazard holler.
[G] Cold cars roaring and rumbling past [Am] my door.
Now they're standing rusty, [Em] and the air in me won't stop [Am] purring anymore.
[C] [Am]
[N]
[A] Oh, when I was [Em] a curly [A]-headed baby, [Am] my dad [Em] laid me down upon [Am] the bed and said,
Son, you go [Em] to school and learn [Am] your letters.
[Em] Don't be no dusty miner.
[Am] I [G] was born and raised at the mouth of the [Am] hazard holler.
[Em] Cold cars [G] roaring and rumbling [Am] past my door.
Now they're standing rusty, rolling in me, [Em] and the air in me don't stop [Am] purring anymore.
I used [Em] to think my daddy [Am] was a black man with script [Em] enough to buy the [Am] company,
but now he [Em] goes downtown with him [Am] talking, and [Em] his face as white as February [Am] snow.
I [Em] was born [G] and raised at the mouth [Am] of the hazard holler.
[G] Cold cars roaring and rumbling [Am] past my door.
Now they're standing rusty, rolling in me, [Em] and the air in me don't stop [Am] purring anymore.
Last night I dreamt I [Em] went down [A] to the office to get my [Em] payday like I [Am] done before.
Them old cutsy [Em] vines had covered [Am] up the door, [Em] and there was trees and grass, well, they're growing [Am] right through the floor.
I'd
[G] [Am]
[Em] live [Am] to love the coal dust.
Never thought I'd [Em] wait here in the [Am] hip of the road.
But Lord, I wish [Em] that grass could [Am] change to money.
[Em] Them greenbacks filled my pocket [Am] once more.
I [G] was [Em] born and raised at the mouth of the [Am] hazard holler.
[G] Cold cars roaring and rumbling past [Am] my door.
Now they're standing rusty, [Em] and the air in me won't stop [Am] purring anymore.
[C] [Am]
[N]
Key:
Am
Em
G
A
C
Am
Em
G
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ Oh, when I was [Em] a curly [A]-headed baby, [Am] my dad [Em] laid me down upon [Am] _ _ the bed and said,
Son, you go [Em] to school and learn [Am] your letters.
_ [Em] Don't be no dusty miner.
_ _ [Am] _ _ I [G] was born and raised at the mouth of the [Am] hazard holler. _ _
[Em] Cold cars [G] roaring and rumbling [Am] past my door. _
Now they're standing rusty, rolling in _ me, _ _ [Em] and the air in me don't stop [Am] purring anymore. _ _ _ _
_ I used [Em] to think my daddy [Am] was a black man with script [Em] enough to buy the [Am] company, _
_ but now he [Em] goes downtown with him [Am] talking, and [Em] his face as white as February [Am] snow.
_ I [Em] was born [G] and raised at the mouth [Am] of the hazard holler.
_ [G] Cold cars roaring and rumbling [Am] past my door.
Now they're standing rusty, rolling in _ _ _ _ me, [Em] and the air in me don't stop [Am] purring anymore.
_ _ _ _ _ Last night I dreamt I [Em] went down [A] to the office to get my [Em] payday like I [Am] done before.
_ Them old cutsy [Em] vines had covered [Am] up the door, _ [Em] and there was trees and grass, well, they're growing [Am] right through the floor.
I'd _
_ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] live [Am] to love the coal dust.
Never thought I'd [Em] wait here in the [Am] hip of the road.
_ But Lord, I wish [Em] that grass could [Am] change to money.
[Em] Them _ greenbacks filled my pocket _ [Am] once more.
I [G] was [Em] born and raised at the mouth of the [Am] hazard holler.
_ [G] Cold cars roaring and rumbling past [Am] my door.
Now they're standing rusty, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] and the air in me won't stop [Am] purring anymore. _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ Oh, when I was [Em] a curly [A]-headed baby, [Am] my dad [Em] laid me down upon [Am] _ _ the bed and said,
Son, you go [Em] to school and learn [Am] your letters.
_ [Em] Don't be no dusty miner.
_ _ [Am] _ _ I [G] was born and raised at the mouth of the [Am] hazard holler. _ _
[Em] Cold cars [G] roaring and rumbling [Am] past my door. _
Now they're standing rusty, rolling in _ me, _ _ [Em] and the air in me don't stop [Am] purring anymore. _ _ _ _
_ I used [Em] to think my daddy [Am] was a black man with script [Em] enough to buy the [Am] company, _
_ but now he [Em] goes downtown with him [Am] talking, and [Em] his face as white as February [Am] snow.
_ I [Em] was born [G] and raised at the mouth [Am] of the hazard holler.
_ [G] Cold cars roaring and rumbling [Am] past my door.
Now they're standing rusty, rolling in _ _ _ _ me, [Em] and the air in me don't stop [Am] purring anymore.
_ _ _ _ _ Last night I dreamt I [Em] went down [A] to the office to get my [Em] payday like I [Am] done before.
_ Them old cutsy [Em] vines had covered [Am] up the door, _ [Em] and there was trees and grass, well, they're growing [Am] right through the floor.
I'd _
_ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] live [Am] to love the coal dust.
Never thought I'd [Em] wait here in the [Am] hip of the road.
_ But Lord, I wish [Em] that grass could [Am] change to money.
[Em] Them _ greenbacks filled my pocket _ [Am] once more.
I [G] was [Em] born and raised at the mouth of the [Am] hazard holler.
_ [G] Cold cars roaring and rumbling past [Am] my door.
Now they're standing rusty, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] and the air in me won't stop [Am] purring anymore. _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
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