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 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
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 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