When I was a curly headed baby
My daddy sat me down on his knee
And he said, son you go to school
You learn your letters
Don’t you be a dirty miner like me.
I was born and raised at the mouth
of the Hazard Holler.
Coal cars rambled past my door.
Now they’re standing
In rusty rows all empty
And the L&N don’t stop here anymore.
I used to think my daddy was a black man
With scrip enough to buy the company store.
Now he goes downtown with empty pockets
And his face is white as the February snow.
I was born and raised at the mouth
of the Hazard Holler.
Coal cars rambled past my door.
Now they’re standing
In rusty rows all empty
And the L&N don’t stop here anymore.
Last night I dreamed I went down
To the coal yard
To draw my pay like
I always did before.
But them old kudzu vines
Were growing through the doorways
And leaves and grass were growing
Right up through the floors.
I was born and raised at the mouth
of the Hazard Holler.
Coal cars rambled past my door.
Now they’re standing
In rusty rows all empty
And the L&N don’t stop here anymore.
Het arrangement op Johnny Cash’s “Silver” is, erm, anders dan ik het gewoon was van Michelle Shocked, maar miljaar zo goed.
I would love to have the guitar tab to this, if you have it available that would be great!!!
Wade Covington
Camp Lejeune NC
SSgt, USMC
At your service:
W[Em]hen I was a c[D]urly-headed ba[Em]byMy daddy set me d[D]own on his kn[Em]eeSaying “Son you go to sch[D]ool, you learn your le[Em]ttersDon’t you be[C] no dusty mi[D]ner, boy like m[Em]e”I was bo[D]rn and raised at the mouth of the Hazard Ho[Em]llerWhere the co[D]al carts rolled and rumbled past my d[Em]oorBut now they stand in a ru[D]sty row of all em[Em]ptiesBecause the L[C]&N don’t st[D]op here an[Em]ymore