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 Van Lear coal mine all day long in the field hoein' 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 wash board everday
Well I've seen her fingers bleed to complain there was no need
She'd smile in mommy