Chords for The L&N Don't Stop Here Anymore
Tempo:
56.6 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
Gm
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [D] [G] When I was a curly-headed baby, my daddy sat me down upon his knee.
He said, son, you go to school and learn your letters.
Don't be no dusty miner like me.
For I was born and raised at the mouth of a hazard holler.
Coal cars roaring and a rumbling [D] passed my door.
Now they stand in a rusty [G] roll empty, and the yelling [D] ain't stopping anymore.
[G] Well, I used to think my daddy was a black man with a script and all to buy the company store.
But now he goes to town with empty pockets and his face as white as a February snow.
For I was born and raised at the mouth of a hazard holler.
Coal cars roaring and a rumbling [D] passed my door.
[G] Now they stand in a rusty roll empty, and the yelling ain't stopping anymore.
Well, last night I dreamed I went down to the office to get my pay like I'd done before.
Them cutsy vines had covered up the doorway, and the trees and grass were grown right through the floor.
For I was born and raised at the mouth of a hazard holler.
Coal cars roaring and a rumbling [D] passed my door.
[G] Now they stand in a rusty roll empty, and the yelling ain't stopping anymore.
I never thought I'd learn to love a coal dust.
I never thought I'd pray to hear the tipple roar.
But Lord, I wish that grass would change to money.
And them greenbacks fill my pockets once more.
For I was born and raised at the mouth of a hazard holler.
Coal cars roaring and a rumbling [D] passed my door.
[G] Now they stand in a rusty roll empty, and the yelling ain't stopping anymore.
[Gm] [C]
[Gm] [D] [G]
He said, son, you go to school and learn your letters.
Don't be no dusty miner like me.
For I was born and raised at the mouth of a hazard holler.
Coal cars roaring and a rumbling [D] passed my door.
Now they stand in a rusty [G] roll empty, and the yelling [D] ain't stopping anymore.
[G] Well, I used to think my daddy was a black man with a script and all to buy the company store.
But now he goes to town with empty pockets and his face as white as a February snow.
For I was born and raised at the mouth of a hazard holler.
Coal cars roaring and a rumbling [D] passed my door.
[G] Now they stand in a rusty roll empty, and the yelling ain't stopping anymore.
Well, last night I dreamed I went down to the office to get my pay like I'd done before.
Them cutsy vines had covered up the doorway, and the trees and grass were grown right through the floor.
For I was born and raised at the mouth of a hazard holler.
Coal cars roaring and a rumbling [D] passed my door.
[G] Now they stand in a rusty roll empty, and the yelling ain't stopping anymore.
I never thought I'd learn to love a coal dust.
I never thought I'd pray to hear the tipple roar.
But Lord, I wish that grass would change to money.
And them greenbacks fill my pockets once more.
For I was born and raised at the mouth of a hazard holler.
Coal cars roaring and a rumbling [D] passed my door.
[G] Now they stand in a rusty roll empty, and the yelling ain't stopping anymore.
[Gm] [C]
[Gm] [D] [G]
Key:
D
G
Gm
C
D
G
Gm
C
[D] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] When I was a curly-headed baby, my daddy sat me down upon his knee.
He said, son, you go to school and learn your letters.
Don't be no dusty miner like me.
For I was born and raised at the mouth of a hazard holler.
Coal cars roaring and a rumbling [D] passed my door.
Now they stand in a rusty [G] roll empty, and the yelling [D] ain't stopping anymore.
[G] Well, I used to think my daddy was a black man with a script and all to buy the company store.
But now he goes to town with empty pockets and his face as white as a February snow.
For I was born and raised at the mouth of a hazard holler.
Coal cars roaring and a rumbling [D] passed my door.
[G] Now they stand in a rusty roll empty, and the yelling ain't stopping anymore.
Well, last night I dreamed I went down to the office to get my pay like I'd done before.
Them cutsy vines had covered up the doorway, and the trees and grass were grown right through the floor.
For I was born and raised at the mouth of a hazard holler.
Coal cars roaring and a rumbling [D] passed my door.
[G] Now they stand in a rusty roll empty, and the yelling ain't stopping anymore.
I never thought I'd learn to love a coal dust.
I never thought I'd pray to hear the tipple roar.
But Lord, I wish that grass would change to money.
And them greenbacks fill my pockets once more.
For I was born and raised at the mouth of a hazard holler.
Coal cars roaring and a rumbling [D] passed my door.
[G] Now they stand in a rusty roll empty, and the yelling ain't stopping anymore. _ _ _
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[Gm] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
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He said, son, you go to school and learn your letters.
Don't be no dusty miner like me.
For I was born and raised at the mouth of a hazard holler.
Coal cars roaring and a rumbling [D] passed my door.
Now they stand in a rusty [G] roll empty, and the yelling [D] ain't stopping anymore.
[G] Well, I used to think my daddy was a black man with a script and all to buy the company store.
But now he goes to town with empty pockets and his face as white as a February snow.
For I was born and raised at the mouth of a hazard holler.
Coal cars roaring and a rumbling [D] passed my door.
[G] Now they stand in a rusty roll empty, and the yelling ain't stopping anymore.
Well, last night I dreamed I went down to the office to get my pay like I'd done before.
Them cutsy vines had covered up the doorway, and the trees and grass were grown right through the floor.
For I was born and raised at the mouth of a hazard holler.
Coal cars roaring and a rumbling [D] passed my door.
[G] Now they stand in a rusty roll empty, and the yelling ain't stopping anymore.
I never thought I'd learn to love a coal dust.
I never thought I'd pray to hear the tipple roar.
But Lord, I wish that grass would change to money.
And them greenbacks fill my pockets once more.
For I was born and raised at the mouth of a hazard holler.
Coal cars roaring and a rumbling [D] passed my door.
[G] Now they stand in a rusty roll empty, and the yelling ain't stopping anymore. _ _ _
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_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
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