Wing - Coal Miner's Daughter Lyrics
Well, I was born'd 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 t' make a poor man's dollar.[Well, I was born'd 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 t' make a poor man's dollar.My daddy worked all night in the Van Lear Coal Mines,All day long in the field a-hoein' corn,Mommy rocked the babies at night,And read The Bible by the coal-oil light,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,Why, I 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 were tired,I never thought of ever leavin' 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 floors, nothin' (alt: no one) lives here anymore,'Cept the memories of a coal miner's daughter.
