Coal Miner's Daughter

Well, i was born a coal miner's daughter In a cabin on a hill In butcher hollow We were poor but we had love That's the one thing Me daddy made sure of He shoveled coal To make a poor man's dollar My daddy worked all night In the family caol mine All day long in the fields A hoeing corn Mommy rocked the babies at night Read the bible By the foor 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 the washboard every day Well, 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 catalogue Money made from selling 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 head And how we'd sleep