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Lyrics by: Loretta Lynn
# Debut Chart
1 Oct '70 Country
83 Dec '70 Hot 100


Well I was borned 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 to make a poor man's dollar. My daddy worked all night in the Van Leer coal mines All day long in the field a' hoein' corn Mommy rocked the babies at night and read the Bble by the coal oil light And every thing 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 ever' day Why I seen her fingers bleed - to complain there was no need She'd smile in mommy's understanding way.

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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 selling 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 worked hard I never thought of ever leaving butcher holler. Well a lot of things have changed since way back then And it's so good to be back home again. Not much left but the floor - nothing lives here anymore Except the memories of a coal miner's daughter. jsmarti


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