COALMINER'S DAUGHTER

© 1996 YAMAHA

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
ahoin' corn.
Mommy rocked the babies at night.
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.
Mommy 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 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 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.
Memories of a coal miners daughter.

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