Well, I was born a coal miners daughter
In a cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler
We were poor, but we had love
Thats the one thing that daddy made sure of
He shoveled coal to make a poor mans dollar
Well, I was born a coal miners daughter
In a cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler
We were poor, but we had love
Thats the one thing that daddy made sure of
He shoveled coal to make a poor mans 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 miners pay
Mommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard every day
While Ive seen her fingers bleed
To complain there was no need
Shed smile in mommys understanding way
In the summertime we didnt have shoes to wear
But in the wintertime, wed 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, Im proud to be a coal miners daughter
I remember well, the well where I drew water
The work we done was hard
At night wed 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 its so good to be back home again
Not much left but the floor, nothin lives here anymore
Except the memories of a coal miners daughter