文本歌词

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 a-hoin' corn
Mommy 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
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