coal miners daughter
Charis Murray
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I was born a coal miner's daughter in a cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler.
We were born poor but we had love, that's the one thing that daddy made sure
of.
He shoved coal to make a poor man's dollar.
My daddy worked all night in the Vanleer coal mine, all day long in a field
hoeing 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 washboard everyday.
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 selling a hog.
Daddy always managed to get the money somewhere.
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 worked hard. I never
thought of ever leaving Butcher Holler.
A lot of things have changed since way back then and it's so good to be back
back home again.
Not much left but the floor, nothing here any more, except the memories of a
coal miner's daughter.
missewon
> anybody know all the lyrics to this ol country fav?
this is what I have... i don't remember if i got these anywhere
legitimate or if it's just what i THINK they are... give em a shot
missE
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Coal Miner's Daughter (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.