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 Leer coal mine
 And all day long in the field a' hoeing corn
 Momma 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
 And mommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard every day
 Well, 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 in the wintertime we'd all get a brand new pair
 From a mail order catalog, money made by 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
 Never thought of ever leaving Butcher Holler
 Well, a lot of things have changed since way back then
 Ah, and it's so good to be back home again
 Not much left but the floors, nothing lives here anymore
 Except the memories of a coal miner's daughter
 Except the memories of a coal miner's daughter