Well, I was born 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'd shovel coal
To make a poor man's dollar
My daddy worked all night
In the Van Lear coal mines
All day long
In the field a hoing corn
Mommy rocked the babies at night
And read the Bible
By the coal oil light
And everything 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 everyday
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 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 were tired
I never thought of ever leaving
Butcher Holler
Well, a lot of things have changed
Since a 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 the coal miner's daughter