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.
Log on to hide ad.
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.
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
