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 Van Lear coal mine all day long
           in the field hoein' corn

           Mommy rocked the babies at 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
           Mommy scrubbed our clothes on a wash board everday
           Well I've seen her fingers bleed to complain there was no need
           She'd smile in mommy’s understanding way
           
           In the summer time we didn't have shoes to wear
           But in the wintertime we'd all get a brand new pair
           From the mail order catalog money made from selling 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
           
           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
           Except the memories of a coal miner's daughter