Coal Miner's Daughter

Well, I was born'd 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 t' make a poor man's dollar

[Well, I was born'd 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 t' make a poor man's dollar

My daddy worked all night in the Van Lear Coal Mines

All day long in the field a-hoein' corn

Mommy rocked the babies at night

And read The Bible by the coal-oil light

Everything 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 every day

Why, I 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 leavin' Butcher Holler

Well, a lot of things have changed since a'way back then

And it's so good to be back home again

Not much left but the floors, nothin' (alt: no one) lives here anymore

'Cept the memories of a coal miner's daughter