Cole Miner´s Daughter

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 to 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 to make a poor man's dollar

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 mornin'

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 away back then
And it's so good to be back home again
Not much left but the floors, nothin' lives here anymore
Except the memories of a coal miner's daughter

'Cept the memories of a coal miner's daughter