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 shovelled coal to make

a poor man's dollar

My Daddy worked all night

in the vanleer coal mines

all day long in

the field hoein' corn

Mommie rocked the

baby that night

and read the Bible

by the coal oil light

And everything

would start all over

come break of morn

Daddy loved and raised

eight kids on a miner's pay

mommie scrubbed

our clothes on a

washboard everyday

Why, I've seen

her fingers bleed

to complain

there was no need

she'd smile in mommie'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 catalogue

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

leavin' butcher holler

Well, a lotta 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