Well I was born a coal miners daughter
In a cabin on a hill and butcher holler
we were poor but we had love
That's the one thing my daddy make sure of
He shovel coal to make a poor man's dollar
my daddy work all night in the van Leer coal mine
all day long in the fields a hoeing and corn
mommy rocked the babies at night
and read the Bible by the coal oil light
Daddy loves and raised 8 kids on a miner's pay
Mama scrubbed our clothes on a washboard everyday
I seen her fingers bleed
To complain there was no need
She smile and mommy understanding way
In the summertime we didn't have shoes to wear
In the winter time with all get a brand new pair
From a mail order catalog
Money made from selling a hog
I'm proud to be a coal miners daughter
I remember well the well for a drink water
The work we did was hard
At night we sleep because we were tired
I never thought of ever leaving butcher holler
A lot of things have changed since with it then
And it's so good to be back home again
Not much left but the floor
Nothing live here anymore
Cept the memory of a coal miners daughter

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