SongtexteCoal Miner's Daughter

Loretta Lynn

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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 shoveled coal to make a poor man′s dollar 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 shoveled coal to make a poor man′s dollar My daddy worked all night in the Van Leer coal mines All day long in the field, a-hoin′ 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 While 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 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 worked hard I never thought of ever leavin' Butcher Holler 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 floor, nothin' lives here anymore Except the memories of a coal miner′s daughter

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