Loretta Lynn, Sheryl Crow and Miranda Lambert - Coal Miner's Daughter

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 a Van Lear coal mine
And all day long in the field a hoin' corn
Mommy rocked the babies at night
Read the Bible 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 every day
Why, I've 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 by 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 were tired
Never thought of ever leaving Butcher Holler

Well, a lot of things have changed since a way back then
Ah, and it's so good to be back home again
Not 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

Written by:
Loretta Lynn

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