Coal Miners 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 family coal mine

All day long in the field a-hoin’ corn

Mommy rocked the babies at night

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

Mommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard every day

I’ve 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 winter time 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 I’d ever leave 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

Just a memory of a coal miner’s daughter