Well, I was born to coal miner's daughter In a cabin on a hill in Butcher HollowWe were poor but we had love That's the one thing that daddy made sureHe shoveled coal to make a poor man's dollarMy daddy worked all night in the Van Leer coal minesAll day long in the field of hoeing cornMommy rocked the babysit now And read the Bible by the coal oil lightAnd everything would start all over come break of mornDaddy loved and raised eight kids on a miner's packMommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard every dayI've seen her fingers bleed to complain there was no needShe'd smile in mommy's understanding wayIn the summertime we didn't have shoes to wearBut in the wintertime we'd all get a brand new pairFrom a mail order catalog money made from selling a pileDaddy always managed to get the money somewhereYeah, I'm proud to be a coal miner's daughterI remember well the well where I grew waterThe work we'd done was hard At night we'd sleep cause we were tiredI never thought of ever leaving Butcher HollowWell a lot of things have changed since way back thenAnd it's so good to be back home againNot much left but the plow Nothing lives here anymoreExcept the memories of a coal miner's daughter