Loretta Lynn - "Coal Miner's Daughter"


[Intro]
    

[Verse 1]
             
Well, I was bo

             
rn a coal mine

    
r's daughter
              
In a cabin on 

             
a hill in Butc

    
her Holler
        
We were poor, 

but we had lov

e
             
That's the one

              
 thing that da

         
ddy made sure 

of
              
He shoveled co

            
al to make a p

          
oor man's doll

ar


[Verse 2]
             
My daddy worke

             
d all night in

              
 the Van Lear 


coal mine
              
All day long i

             
n the field a-

      
hoin' corn
      
Mommy rocked t

he babies at n

ight
             
And read the B

              
ible by the co

       
al-oil light
              
And ever'thing

              
 would start a

            
ll over come b

              
reak of morn'


[Verse 3]
            
Daddy loved an

              
d raised eight

            
 kids on a min

     
er's pay
              
Mommy scrubbed

              
 our clothes o

             
n a washboard 

      
ever' day
          
Why, I've seen

 her fingers b

leed
            
To complain th

           
ere was no nee

d
              
She'd smile in

            
 Mommy's under

         
standing way


[Verse 4]
            
In the summert

            
ime we didn't 

              
have shoes to 


wear
              
But in the win

             
tertime we'd a

              
ll get a brand

     
 new pair
       
From a mail or

der catalog
            
Money made fro

            
m sellin' a ho

g
              
Daddy always m

            
anaged to get 

            
the money some

       
where


[Verse 5]
             
Yeah! I'm prou

             
d to be a coal

         
 miner's daugh

ter
              
I remember wel

            
l, the well wh

           
ere I drew wat

er
    
The work we do

ne was hard
              
At night we'd 

             
sleep 'cause w

       
e were tired
              
I never though

             
t of ever leav

            
ing Butcher Ho

ller


[Verse 6]
             
Well, a lot of

             
 things have c

              
hanged since w

        
ay back then
              
And it's so go

            
od to be back 

      
home again
         
Not much left 

but the floor
             
Nothing lives 

        
here anymore
              
Except the mem

             
'ries of a coa

             
l miner's daug

       
hter