Coal Miner's Daughter

Well I was born the 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 shovel coal to make a poor man's dollar

My daddy worked all night in the Vanleer coal mine all day long in the field hoein' corn

Mommie rocked the baby that night and read the Bible by the coal oil light

And everything 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 everyday

Why I've seen her fingers bleed to complain there was no need

She's smiled 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

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 I'd ever leave the Butcher Holler

But a lots of things have changed since the way back then

And it's so good to be back home again

Not much left but the floor nothing lives there anymore

Just the mem'ries of a coal miner's daughter