Coal Miner's Daughter

Sung by: Loretta Lynn

Well, I was born a coal minerīs daughter
In a cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler
We were poor, but we had love
Thatīs the one thing that daddy made sure of
He shoveled coal to make a poor manīs dollar
My daddy worked all night in the Vanleer coal mine
All day long in the field a-hoeinī corn
Mommy rocked the babies at night
And read the Bible by the coal oil light
And everīthing would start all over come break of mornī
Daddy loved and raised eight kids on a minerīs pay
Mommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard everīday
Why Iīve seen her fingers bleed
To complain there was no need
Sheīd smile in Mommyīs understanding way
In the summertime we didnīt have shoes to wear
But in the wintertime weīd all get a brand new pair
From a mail order catalog
Money made from sellinī a hog
Daddy always managed to get the money somewhere
Yeah! Iīm proud to be a coal minerīs daughter
I remember well, the well where I drew water
The work we done was hard
At night weīd sleep īcause we were tired
I never thought of ever leaving Butcher Holler
Well alot of things have changed since way back then
And itīs so good to be back home again
Not much left but the floor
Nothing lives here anymore
Except the memīries of a coal minerīs daughter

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