[1m] When I was a [^b7] curly-headed [1m] baby
My daddy sat me [^b7] down on his [1m] knee
He said go to [^b7] school and learn your [1m] letters
Don't be a dirty [^b7] miner like [1m] me

I was [^b7] born and raised in the mouth of the Hazard [1m] hollow
[^b7] Coal cars ramblin' past my [1m] door
[^b7] Now they're standing in a rusty roll all [1m] empty
And the L&N don't [^b7] stop here [1m] 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

Last night I dreamed I went down to the coal yard
To draw my pay as I'd done before
Them old kudzu vines covered the window
Trees and grass growing through the floor