Biografía:
Michelle Shocked (born Dallas, Texas, February, 1962) is the stage name of Michelle Karen Johnston, an American singer-songwriter.
As a young feminist, she left Texas to travel, Kerouac-style, and was caught up in Reagan-era grassroots politics. Her musical career was ignited by a bootleg recording made around a Kerrville Folk Festival campfire on a Sony walkman. Released in England as ‘The Texas Campfire Tapes’ without Shocked’s authority, its success abroad enticed Mercury Records to offer the newcomer a recording contract.
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[Verse 1]
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
C D 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
C D Em
Because the L&N don't stop here anymore
[Verse 2]
Em D Em
I used to think my Daddy was a black man
D Em
With scrip enough to buy the company store
D Em
But now he goes to town with empty pockets
C D Em
And his face is as white as the February snow
[Verse 3]
Em D Em
Never thought I'd live to learn to love the coaldust
D Em
Never thought I'd pray to hear those temples roar
D Em
But God I wish the grass would turn to money
C D Em
And then them greenbacks would fill my pockets once more
[Verse 4]
Em D Em
Last night I dreamed I went down to the office
D Em
To get my payday like I done before
D Em
But them old kudzu vines was covering the doorway
C D Em
And there was leaves and grass growing right up through the floor
[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
C D Em
Because the L&N don't stop here anymore
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
C D 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
C D Em
Because the L&N don't stop here anymore
[Verse 2]
Em D Em
I used to think my Daddy was a black man
D Em
With scrip enough to buy the company store
D Em
But now he goes to town with empty pockets
C D Em
And his face is as white as the February snow
[Verse 3]
Em D Em
Never thought I'd live to learn to love the coaldust
D Em
Never thought I'd pray to hear those temples roar
D Em
But God I wish the grass would turn to money
C D Em
And then them greenbacks would fill my pockets once more
[Verse 4]
Em D Em
Last night I dreamed I went down to the office
D Em
To get my payday like I done before
D Em
But them old kudzu vines was covering the doorway
C D Em
And there was leaves and grass growing right up through the floor
[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
C D Em
Because the L&N don't stop here anymore
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