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
 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 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
 Everything would start all over, come break of mornin'
 Daddy loved and raised eight kids on a miner's pay
 Mommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard every day
 While 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 worked hard
 I never thought of ever leavin' Butcher Holler
 Well, a lot of things have changed since way back then
 And it's so good to be back home again
 Not much left but the floor, nothin' lives here anymore
 Except the memories of a coal miner's daughter