When I Was The Curly Headed Baby
My Daddy Sat Me Down Upon His Knees
He Said Boy You Go To School Learn You Letters
Don’t You Be A Dirty Miner Like Me
I Was Born And Raised In The Mount Of The Hazard Hollow
Coal Cars Ramble Pass My Door
Now They’re Standing’ In Rusty Row All Empty
And The L And 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 February Snow
I Was Born And Raised…

Last Night I Dreamed I Went Down To The Coal Yard
To Draw My Pay Like I Always Did Before
But Them Ol’ Cuts Of Vine Were Coming Through The Windows
And Leaves And Grass Are Growing’ Through The Floor
I Was Born And Raised…