I’VE BEEN A COAL MINERS DAUGHTER,
EVER SINCE I CAN REMEMBER.
MY DADDY USED TO TELL ME,
ABOUT THOSE LONG COLD DAYS IN DECEMBER.

IN MAY OF 91 MY DADDY GOT HURT,
AND WE THOUGHT HE DID NOT HAVE A PRAYER.
BUT THE GOOD LORD WAS LOOKING OVER HIM,
AND I THANK GOD HE WAS THERE..

AS THEY RAN SEVEN BREAKS THROUGH THE MINES,
HIS CO-WORKERS WERE SCARED ,
THEY WERE WORRIED ABOUT MY DADDY
AND TO LOSE HIM I COULD NOT BARE..

AS WE ARRIVED AT THE HOSPITAL
I DID NOT KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT.
WHEN I SEEN MY DADDY
I WAS CRUSHED TO DEATH.

THE PAIN HE WAS IN WAS VERY UNBEARABLE,
I WANTED TO MAKE IT GO AWAY.
AS THE TEARS HE CRIED,
SLOWLY DRIPPED DOWN HIS COAL DUSTED FACE..

MY DADDY WAS PRECIOUS YET SO STRONG TO.
NEVER ADMITTING THE HARM,
THAT A COAL MINES CAN DO.

HE WAS NEVER SUPPOSE TO WALK AGAIN.
BE HE WAS DETERMINED AND I BELIEVED IN THIS MAN.

FOR THE STRENGTH HE HAD CAME FROM DEEP DOWN INSIDE.
AS HE TOOK HIS FIRST STEP MOTHER AND I CRIED.

FOR HE IS THE MAN THAT HAS HAD TO STRIVE.
AND I AM THE DAUGHTER OF THE MAN
THAT SURVIVED THE COAL MINES.....

BY: AMY MICHELLE (BALL) STIREWALT