(Words and music by Loretta Lynn)   Loretta Lynn      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 Vanleer coal mine   All day long in the field a-hoin' corn   Mommie rocked the babies at night   And read the Bible by the coal-oil light   And ever'thing would start all over come break of morn'.      Daddy loved and raised eight kids on a miner's pay   Mommie scrubbed our clothes on a washboard ever' day   Why, I've seen her fingers bleed   To complain there was no need   She'd smile in Mommie'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 leaving 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   Nothing lives here anymore   Except the mem'ries of a coal miner's daughter.