Well I was born a
coalminer'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 shovelled coal
to make a
poor man's dollar
My daddy worked
all night in the
family coal mines
All day long in the
field a hoeing corn
Mummy rocked
the baby all night
And read the Bible
by the coal light
And everything would
start all over come
the break of morn'
Daddy loved and
raised us kids on
a miner's pay
Mummy scrubbed our
clothes on a
washboard everyday
Why, I've seen
her fingers bleed
To complain there
was no need
She would smile
in Mummy's
understanding way
In the summer-time
we didn't have
shoes to wear
But in the winter-time
we'd all get a
brand new pair
From a
mail-order catalogue,
money made from
selling a hog
Daddy always managed
to get the
money somewhere
Yeah, I'm proud to be
a coalminer's daughter
I remember well
the well where
I drew water
The work we
done was hard
At night we'd sleep
'cos we were tired
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 coalminer's daughter