coal miner's daughter Well I was borned a coal miner's daughter In cabin on hill in Butcher Holler We were poor but we had love That's the one thing that daddy made sure of He shoveled to make poor man's dollar My worked all night Van Lear mines All day long field hoin' corn Mommy rocked babies at And read Bible by oil light ever' would start over come break morn Daddy loved and raised eight kids pay scrubbed our clothes washboard Why I've seen her fingers bleed To complain there no need She'd smile mommy's understanding way summertime didn't have shoes wear But wintertime we'd get brand new pair From mail order catalog Money from selling hog always managed money somewhere Yeah I'm proud be remember well well where drew water The work done hard At sleep 'cause tired never thought ever leaving Well lot things changed since back then it's so good home again Not much left floor nothing lives here anymore Except memories