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 Vanleer coal mine 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 ever´thing 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 ever´ day Why 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 wintertime 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 of ever leaving Butcher Holler
Well alot 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 Except the mem´ries of a coal miner´s daughter