Well, I was born to call mine a 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 lyrical mine
All day long in the field of ho-wine 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 every day
Well, I've seen her faint
I've seen her weep and 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 the mail-order catalog money my long shovel went to minus





made from selling the 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. That night was sleep, cause we worked hard. And never thought of ever
leaving but your hogger. 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 plot.
Nothing lives here anymore, except the memories of a coal miner's daughter.