Chords for Marty Stuart & The Fabulous Superlatives - The L & N Don't Stop Here Anymore
Tempo:
93.95 bpm
Chords used:
D
C
Am
A
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Am] [D] [C] [D]
[C] [D]
[C] [D]
[A] [C] [D]
Well, when I [C] was a curly [D] headed baby, my daddy [C] sat me down [D] on his knee.
He said, son, [G] go to school [D] and get your letters.
[Am] Don't you be a dirty coal [D] miner like me.
[C] I was born and raised at the mouth of [D] the Hazard Island.
[C] The coal cars rumbled [D] past my door.
Now they [C] stand in a rusty [D] row all empty.
And [Am] the yelling, don't stop here [D] anymore.
Well, I used to think [C] my daddy was [D] a black man,
was script enough [C] to buy the [D] company store.
Now he [C] goes to town with [D] empty pockets.
And [Am] his face is white as the February [D] snow.
[C] I was born and raised in the mouth of the [D] Hazard Island.
[C] Coal cars rumbled [D] past my door.
Now they [C] stand in a rusty [D] row all empty.
[A] And the yelling, don't stop [D] here anymore.
All right, now.
[C] [D]
[C] [G] [D]
[C] [D]
[A] [Bb] Last [C] [D]
night I dreamed [G] I went down to [D] the coal yard
to draw my pay [C] like I had done [D] before.
And old cut-through vans [C] were covering all [D] the windows.
[Am] The leaves and grass was growing through [D] the floor.
I [C] was born and raised in the mouth of the [D] Hazard Island.
[C] The coal cars [Am] rumbled past [D] my door.
Now they [C] stand in a rusty row [D] all empty.
[Am] And the yelling, don't stop here [D] anymore.
All [C] [D]
right.
[C] [D]
[D] [C] [D]
[A] [C] [D] Thank
[G] [D] [F] [D]
you, Thomas.
[N] Somebody say howdy to me now.
Howdy.
Howdy back to you, ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to the Marty Stewart Show.
Great country music on our mind today.
But before we go a step further, how about speaking of steps,
the king of the Rutherford County book dancers,
how about a hand for Mr.
Thomas Moffin over there?
Fine job, Thomas.
And a slapologist, DeJure.
How about a hand for Mr.
Dave Rowe, ladies and gentlemen?
Good popping, Dave.
[C] [D]
[C] [D]
[A] [C] [D]
Well, when I [C] was a curly [D] headed baby, my daddy [C] sat me down [D] on his knee.
He said, son, [G] go to school [D] and get your letters.
[Am] Don't you be a dirty coal [D] miner like me.
[C] I was born and raised at the mouth of [D] the Hazard Island.
[C] The coal cars rumbled [D] past my door.
Now they [C] stand in a rusty [D] row all empty.
And [Am] the yelling, don't stop here [D] anymore.
Well, I used to think [C] my daddy was [D] a black man,
was script enough [C] to buy the [D] company store.
Now he [C] goes to town with [D] empty pockets.
And [Am] his face is white as the February [D] snow.
[C] I was born and raised in the mouth of the [D] Hazard Island.
[C] Coal cars rumbled [D] past my door.
Now they [C] stand in a rusty [D] row all empty.
[A] And the yelling, don't stop [D] here anymore.
All right, now.
[C] [D]
[C] [G] [D]
[C] [D]
[A] [Bb] Last [C] [D]
night I dreamed [G] I went down to [D] the coal yard
to draw my pay [C] like I had done [D] before.
And old cut-through vans [C] were covering all [D] the windows.
[Am] The leaves and grass was growing through [D] the floor.
I [C] was born and raised in the mouth of the [D] Hazard Island.
[C] The coal cars [Am] rumbled past [D] my door.
Now they [C] stand in a rusty row [D] all empty.
[Am] And the yelling, don't stop here [D] anymore.
All [C] [D]
right.
[C] [D]
[D] [C] [D]
[A] [C] [D] Thank
[G] [D] [F] [D]
you, Thomas.
[N] Somebody say howdy to me now.
Howdy.
Howdy back to you, ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to the Marty Stewart Show.
Great country music on our mind today.
But before we go a step further, how about speaking of steps,
the king of the Rutherford County book dancers,
how about a hand for Mr.
Thomas Moffin over there?
Fine job, Thomas.
And a slapologist, DeJure.
How about a hand for Mr.
Dave Rowe, ladies and gentlemen?
Good popping, Dave.
Key:
D
C
Am
A
G
D
C
Am
[Am] _ [D] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _
Well, when I [C] was a curly [D] headed baby, _ my daddy [C] sat me down [D] on his knee. _
He said, son, [G] go to school [D] and get your letters. _
[Am] Don't you be a dirty coal [D] miner like me. _
[C] I was born and raised at the mouth of [D] the Hazard Island.
_ [C] The coal cars rumbled [D] past my door. _
_ Now they [C] stand in a rusty [D] row all empty.
And [Am] the yelling, _ don't stop here [D] anymore.
_ Well, I used to think [C] my daddy was [D] a black man,
was script enough [C] to buy the [D] company store.
_ Now he [C] goes to town with [D] empty pockets.
And [Am] his face is white _ _ _ _ as the February [D] snow.
_ [C] I was born and raised in the mouth of the [D] Hazard Island.
_ _ [C] Coal cars rumbled [D] past my door.
_ _ Now they [C] stand in a rusty [D] row all empty.
[A] And the yelling, _ _ _ don't stop [D] here anymore.
All right, now. _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] [Bb] Last [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _
night I dreamed [G] I went down to [D] the coal yard
to draw my pay [C] like I had done [D] before. _
And old cut-through vans [C] were covering all [D] the windows.
[Am] The leaves and grass _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ was growing through [D] the floor.
I [C] was born and raised in the mouth of the [D] Hazard Island.
_ [C] The coal cars [Am] rumbled past [D] my door.
_ Now they [C] stand in a rusty row [D] all empty.
_ [Am] And the yelling, _ _ _ _ _ don't stop here [D] anymore.
All _ _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ right.
[C] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] Thank _
[G] _ [D] _ _ [F] _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ you, Thomas. _
[N] Somebody say howdy to me now.
Howdy.
Howdy back to you, ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to the Marty Stewart Show.
Great country music on our mind today.
But before we go a step further, how about speaking of steps,
the king of the Rutherford County book dancers,
how about a hand for Mr.
Thomas Moffin over there?
Fine job, Thomas.
_ _ And a slapologist, DeJure.
How about a hand for Mr.
Dave Rowe, ladies and gentlemen?
Good popping, Dave.
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _
Well, when I [C] was a curly [D] headed baby, _ my daddy [C] sat me down [D] on his knee. _
He said, son, [G] go to school [D] and get your letters. _
[Am] Don't you be a dirty coal [D] miner like me. _
[C] I was born and raised at the mouth of [D] the Hazard Island.
_ [C] The coal cars rumbled [D] past my door. _
_ Now they [C] stand in a rusty [D] row all empty.
And [Am] the yelling, _ don't stop here [D] anymore.
_ Well, I used to think [C] my daddy was [D] a black man,
was script enough [C] to buy the [D] company store.
_ Now he [C] goes to town with [D] empty pockets.
And [Am] his face is white _ _ _ _ as the February [D] snow.
_ [C] I was born and raised in the mouth of the [D] Hazard Island.
_ _ [C] Coal cars rumbled [D] past my door.
_ _ Now they [C] stand in a rusty [D] row all empty.
[A] And the yelling, _ _ _ don't stop [D] here anymore.
All right, now. _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] [Bb] Last [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _
night I dreamed [G] I went down to [D] the coal yard
to draw my pay [C] like I had done [D] before. _
And old cut-through vans [C] were covering all [D] the windows.
[Am] The leaves and grass _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ was growing through [D] the floor.
I [C] was born and raised in the mouth of the [D] Hazard Island.
_ [C] The coal cars [Am] rumbled past [D] my door.
_ Now they [C] stand in a rusty row [D] all empty.
_ [Am] And the yelling, _ _ _ _ _ don't stop here [D] anymore.
All _ _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ right.
[C] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] Thank _
[G] _ [D] _ _ [F] _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ you, Thomas. _
[N] Somebody say howdy to me now.
Howdy.
Howdy back to you, ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to the Marty Stewart Show.
Great country music on our mind today.
But before we go a step further, how about speaking of steps,
the king of the Rutherford County book dancers,
how about a hand for Mr.
Thomas Moffin over there?
Fine job, Thomas.
_ _ And a slapologist, DeJure.
How about a hand for Mr.
Dave Rowe, ladies and gentlemen?
Good popping, Dave.