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 Vanleer coal mine

All day long in the field a-hoin' corn

Mommie 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

Mommie 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 Mommie'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, a lot 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.