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
MY DADDY MADE
SURE OF
HE SHOVELED COAL
TO MAKE
A POOR MAN'S
DOLLAR
MY DADDY
WORKED ALL NIGHT
IN THE VAN LEAR
COAL MINES
ALL DAY LONG
IN THE FIELDS
HOEING 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
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
"TARD"
I NEVER THOUGHT
OF LEAVIN'
BUTCHER HOLLER
WELL A LOT OF THINGS
HAVE CHANGED
SINCE WAY BACK THEN
AND IT'S SURE GOOD
TO BE BACK HOME
AGAIN
NOT MUCH LEFT
BUT THE FLOOR
NOTHING LIVES HERE
ANYMORE
'CEPT THE MEMORIES
OF A COAL MINER'S
DAUGHTER