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Well I was born the coal miner's daughter in a cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler |
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We were poor but we had love that's the one thing that daddy made sure of |
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He shovel coal to make a poor man's dollar |
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My daddy worked all night in the Vanleer coal mine all day long in the field hoein' corn |
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Mommie rocked the baby that night and read the Bible by the coal oil light |
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And everything would start all over come break of morn |
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Daddy loved and raised eight kids on a miner's pay |
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Mommie scrubbed our clothes on a washboard everyday |
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Why I've seen her fingers bleed to complain there was no need |
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She's smiled in mommie's understanding way |
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In the summertime we didn't have shoes to wear |
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But in the wintertime we'd all get a brand new pair |
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Daddy always managed to get the money somewhere |
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Yeah I'm proud to be a coal miner's daughter |
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I remember well the well where I drew water |
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The work we done was hard at night we'd sleep cause we were tired |
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I never thought I'd ever leave the Butcher Holler |
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But a lots of things have changed since the way back then |
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And it's so good to be back home again |
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Not much left but the floor nothing lives there anymore |
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Just the mem'ries of a coal miner's daughter |
