Coal Miner's Daughter

Well I was born a coal miner's daughter

In a cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler

We were poor but we had love

That's the one thing
That daddy made sure of

He shoveled coal to make
A poor man's dollar

My daddy worked all night
In the Van Lear coal mine

All day long in the field a-hoin' corn

Mommy rocked the babies at night

And read the Bible by the coal oil light

And ever'thing would start
All over come break of morn'

Daddy loved and raised eight kids
On a miner's pay

Mommy scrubbed our clothes
On a washboard ever' day

Why I've seen her fingers bleed

To complain there was no need

She'd smile in Mommy's
Understanding way

In the summertime
We didn't have shoes to wear

But in the wintertime
We'd all get a brand new pair

From a mail order catalog

Money made from sellin' a hog

Daddy always managed to
Get the money somewhere

Yeah I'm proud to be
A coal miner's daughter

I remember well the well
Where I drew water

The work we done was hard

At night we'd sleep 'cause
We were tired

I never thought of ever leaving

Butcher Holler

Well alot of things have changed
Since way back then

And it's so good to be back home again

Not much left but the floor

Nothing lives here anymore

Except the mem'ries of
A coal miner's daughter