Coal Miner's Daughter

Well I was borned a coal miners 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 mines.
All day long in the field a hoin 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 8 kids on a miners pay
Mommy scrubbed our clothes on a warshboard everyday
I 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 when winter come we all get a brand new pair.
From amail order wear money made from sellin a hog
Daddy always managed to get the money somewhere
Yeah I’m proud to be a coal miners 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 leaving Butcher Holler
Well a lot of things have changed since way back then
And its so good to be back home again.
Not much left but the floor
Nothing lives here anymore
But the memory’s of a coalminers daughter.
But when winter come