Interpret:

Loretta Lynn

Album:

Country Queen

Well, I was born'd 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 t' make a poor man's dollar.


[Well, I was born'd 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 t' make a poor man's dollar.]


My daddy worked all night in the Van Lear Coal Mines,
All day long in the field a-hoein' corn,
Mommy rocked the babies at night,
And read The Bible by the coal-oil light,
Everything would start all over come break of morn'.


Daddy loved and raised eight kids on a miner's pay,
Mommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard every day,
Why, 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 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 were tired,
I never thought of ever leavin' Butcher Holler.


Well, a lot of things have changed since a'way back then,
And it's so good to be back home again,
Not much left but the floors, nothin' (alt: no one) lives here anymore,
'Cept the memories of a coal miner's daughter.