Coalminer's Doughter   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 make sure of   he shoveled coal to make a poor mans dollar   my daddy worked all night on in the Van Lear coalmine   all day long in the field a'howing corn   mommy rocked the babes 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 us kids on a miners pay   and mommy scrubed our clothes on a washboard every day   well I'd seen her fingers bleed   to complain there was no need   she'd smile in mommies understanding way   In the summertime we didn't have shoes to wear   but in the wintertime we'd all got 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 coalminer's daughter   I remember well the well where I drew water   the work we've done was hard   at night we'd sleep 'cause we were tired   I never thought of ever leavein' 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 any more   exept the memories of a coalminer's daughter