Coal Miner's Daughter

Well I was borned a coal miners 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 VanLeer 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 And everything would start all over come break of morn. Daddy loved and raised 8 kids on a miners pay Mommy scrubbed our clothes on a warshboard everyday I 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 when winter come we all get a brand new pair. From amail order wear money made from sellin a hog Daddy always managed to get the money somewhere Yeah I'm proud to be a coal miners 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 leaving 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 Nothing lives here anymore But the memory's of a coalminers daughter. But when winter come