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G When I was a Fcurly headedG baby,
my daddy sat me dFown upon his kGnee.
He said, "Boy, you go to sFchool and learn your lGetters,
don't you Dbe a dirty miner like Gme."
I was bForn and raised in the mouth of the Hazard HGollow,
coFal cars rambled past my dGoor,
Now they're standing in an rFusty row all eGmpty,
and the DL & N don't stop here aGnymore.
Well, I used to think my Fdaddy was a Gblack man,
with script enough to Fbuy the company sGtore.
Now he goes dFowntown with his pockets eGmpty,
and his Dface is white as the February sGnow.
I was bForn and raised in the mouth of the Hazard HGollow,
coFal cars rambled past my Gdoor,
Now they're standing in an rFusty row all eGmpty,
and the DL & N don't stop here aGnymore.
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Last nGight I dreamed I wFent down to the coal yGard
to draw my pay just lFike I?d done bGefore.
Them ol' kudzu vines were cFoming through the wGindow,
and the weeds and grass were gDrowing through the fGloor.
I was bForn and raised in the mouth of the Hazard GHollow,
coFal cars rambled past my dGoor,
Now they're standing in a rFusty row all eGmpty,
and the DL & N don't stop here aGnymore.
And the DL & N don't stop here aGnymore.
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