Coal Miners Daughter

Well I was born a coal miners daughter

In a cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler

We were poor but we had love

Thats the one thing
That daddy made sure of

He shoveled coal to make
A poor mans 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 everthing would start
All over come break of morn

Daddy loved and raised eight kids
On a miners pay

Mommy scrubbed our clothes
On a washboard ever day

Why Ive seen her fingers bleed

To complain there was no need

Shed smile in Mommys
Understanding way

In the summertime
We didnt have shoes to wear

But in the wintertime
Wed 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 Im proud to be
A coal miners daughter

I remember well the well
Where I drew water

The work we done was hard

At night wed sleep cause
We were tired

I never thought of ever leaving

Butcher Holler

Well alot of things have changed
Since way back then

And its so good to be back home again

Not much left but the floor

Nothing lives here anymore

Except the memries of
A coal miners daughter