The L & N Don’t Stop Here Anymore Lyrics - Johnny Cash

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Release information
Release Date: 1979
Genre: Rock Folk, World, & Country
Style: Folk Rock/Country Rock/Acoustic
length: 3:18
producer: Brian Ahern
piano: Earl Poole Ball
guitar: Jack Clement, Jack Routh, Jerry Hensley and Johnny Cash
percussion: Mark Morris
acoustic guitar: Brian Ahern
fiddle: Ricky Skaggs
vocal: Johnny Cash
drums (drum set): W.S. Holland
electric guitar: Bob Wootton
electric bass guitar: Marshall Grant
mandocello: Bob Johnson
French horn: Jack Hale and Bob Lewin
trumpet: Jack Hale and Bob Lewin
lyricist: Jean Ritchie
composer: Jean Ritchie
When I was a curly headed baby
My daddy sat me down upon his knee
He said, "Boy, you go to school and learn your letters
Don't you be a dirty miner like me"

I was born and raised in the mouth of the Hazard Hollow
Coal cars rambled past my door
Now they're standin' in a rusty row all empty
And the L & N
Don't stop here anymore

I used to think my daddy was a black man
With script enough to buy the company store
Now he goes downtown with empty pockets
And his face is white as a February snow

I was born and raised in the mouth of the Hazard Hollow
Coal cars rambled past my door
Now they're standin' in a rusty row 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 ol' kudzu vines were comin' through the window
And the leaves and grass were growin' through the floor

I was born and raised in the mouth of the Hazard Hollow
Coal cars rambled past my door
Now they're standin' in a rusty row all empty
And the L & N
Don't stop here anymore




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Tracklist
Vinyl 1
  • 1 The L & N Don’t Stop Here Anymore
  • 2 Lonesome to the Bone
  • 3 Bull Rider
  • 4 I’ll Say It’s True
  • 5 (Ghost) Riders in the Sky
  • 6 Cocaine Blues
  • 7 Muddy Waters
  • 8 West Canterbury Subdivision Blues
  • 9 Lately I Been Leanin’ Toward the Blues
  • 10 I’m Gonna Sit on the Porch and Pick on My Old Guitar