Well I was born a coal miner's daughter
In a cabin on a hill in Butcher Hollar
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 Vanleer coal mine
All day long in the field hoein corn
Mommy rocked the babies at night
And read the bible by the coal oil light
And everything would start all over come break of morn
Daddy loved and raised their kids on a miner's pay
Mommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard ev'erday
Well I've seen her fingers bleed
To complain, that was no need
She'd smile in Mommy's understanding way
In the summer time we didn't have shoes to wear
But in the winter time 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've never thought of ever leaving Butcher Hollar
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 miner's daughter