Loretta Lynn – Coal miner’s daughter
Loretta Lynn – Coal miner’s daughter
Well, I was borned a coal miner’s daughterIn a cabin, on a hill in Butcher HollerWe were poor but we had loveThat’s the one thing that daddy made sure ofHe shoveled coal to make a poor man’s dollar
My daddy worked all night in the Van Lear coal minesAll day long in the field a hoin’ cornMommy rocked the babies at nightAnd read the Bible by the coal oil lightAnd ever’ thing would start all over come break of morn’
Daddy loved and raised eight kids on a miner’s payMommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard every dayWhy, I’ve seen her fingers bleedTo complain, there was no needShe’d smile in mommy’s understanding way
In the summertime we didn’t have shoes to wearBut in the wintertime we’d all get a brand new pairFrom a mail order catalogMoney made from selling a hogDaddy always managed to get the money somewhere
Yeah, I’m proud to be a coal miner’s daughterI remember well, the well where I drew waterThe work we done was hardAt night we’d sleep ‘cause we were tiredNever thought of ever leaving Butcher Holler
Well, a lot of things have changed since a way back thenAh, and it’s so good to be back home againNot much left but the floors, nothing lives here anymore‘Cept the memories of a coal miner’s daughter‘Cept the memories of a coal miner’s daughter