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 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 miner's pay
Mommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard every day
While 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 worked hard
I never thought of ever leavin' Butcher Holler
Well, a lot of 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
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 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 miner's pay
Mommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard every day
While 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 worked hard
I never thought of ever leavin' Butcher Holler
Well, a lot of 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
Other albums by the artist
Still Country
2000 · album
20th Century Masters: The Millennium Collection: Best Of Loretta Lynn
1999 · compilation
Conway & Loretta Sing The Hits
1997 · compilation
Conway & Loretta Sing The Hits
1997 · album
Just A Closer Walk With Thee
1995 · compilation
Still Woman Enough
2021 · album
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