Lyrics:

Well, I Was Born A Coal Minerâ´s Daughter
in A Cabin On A Hill In Butcher Holler
we Were Poor, But We Had Love
thatâ´s The One Thing That Daddy Made Sure Of
he Shoveled Coal To Make A Poor Manâ´s Dollar

my Daddy Worked All Night In The Vanleer Coal Mine
all Day Long In The Field A-Hoinâ´ Corn
mommy Rocked The Babies At Night
and Read The Bible By The Coal Oil Light
and Everâ´thing Would Start All Over Come Break Of Mornâ´

daddy Loved And Raised Eight Kids On A Minerâ´s Pay
mommy Scrubbed Our Clothes On A Washboard Everâ´ Day
why Iâ´ve Seen Her Fingers Bleed
to Complain There Was No Need
sheâ´d Smile In Mommyâ´s Understanding Way

in The Summertime We Didnâ´t Have Shoes To Wear
but In The Wintertime Weâ´d All Get A Brand New Pair
)from A Mail Order Catalog
money Made From Sellinâ´ A Hog
daddy Always Managed To Get The Money Somewhere

yeah! Iâ´m Proud To Be A Coal Minerâ´s Daughter
i Remember Well, The Well Where I Drew Water
the Work We Done Was Hard
at Night Weâ´d Sleep ´cause We Were Tired
i Never Thought Of Ever Leaving Butcher Holler

well Alot Of Things Have Changed Since Way Back Then
and Itâ´s So Good To Be Back Home Again
not Much Left But The Floor
nothing Lives Here Anymore
except The Memâ´ries Of A Coal Minerâ´s Daughter