Em D Em When I was a curly-headed baby D Em My daddy set me down on his knee D Em Saying "Son you go to school, you learn your letters B Em Don't you be no dusty miner, boy like me" Chorus: D Em I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazard Holler D Em Where the coal carts rolled and rumbled past my door D Em But now they stand in a rusty row of all empties B Em Because 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 But now he goes to town with empty pockets And his face is white as a February snow Chorus I never thought I'd learn to love the coal dust I never thought I'd pray to hear that whistle roar Oh, god, I wish the grass would turn to money And those green backs would fill my pockets once more Chorus Last night I dreamed I went down to the office To get my pay like a had done before But the old kudzu vines were covering the door And there were leaves and grass growing right up through the floor Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsD Em B |