When I was a curly-headed baby, my daddy set me proud upon his knee.He said, son, you go to school, learn your letters, don't you be a dusty coal miner like me.I was born and raised in the mouth of the hazard holler, with coal cars rumblin' and a-roarin' past my door.Now they're standin' in a rusty row, all empty, and yellin' in, don't stop here no more.I used to think my daddy was a rich man, with script enough to buy the company store.But now he goes downtown with empty pockets, and his face as white as a February snow.I was born and raised in the mouth of the hazard holler, with coal cars rumblin' and a-roarin' past my door.Now they're standin' in a rusty row, all empty, and yellin' in, don't stop here no more.Last night I dreamt I went down to the office, to draw my payday like I'd done before.Them old kudzu vines was growin' through the doorway, there's trees and grass growin' through the floor.I was born and raised in the mouth of the hazard holler, with coal cars rumblin' and a-roarin' past my door.Now they're standin' in a rusty row, all empty, and yellin' in, don't stop here no more.I never thought I'd live to love the coal dust, never thought I'd pray to hear the temple roar.But Lord I wish that grass could turn to money, and the greenbacks fill my pockets once more.I was born and raised in the mouth of the hazard holler, with coal cars rumblin' and a-roarin' past my door.Now they're standin' in a rusty row, all empty, and yellin' in, don't stop here no more.*