Coal Miner's Daughter

Well, I was borned 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 a Van Lear coal mine
And all [Em]day long [Am]in the field a hoin' corn
Mommy [A]ɾocked the babies at night
Read the Bible by the coal oil light
And every thing would start all [Em]over come break of morn'

Daddy loved and [Bm]ɾaised eight kids on [C7]a miner's pay
Mommy [A]scrubbed our clothes on [C7]a washboard every day
Why, I've seen her fingers bleed
To complain, there was [Am7]no need
She'd smile in mommy's understanding way

In the summertime we didn't have shoes to [C7]wear
But in the wintertime we'd all [Em]get a brand [Bm]new pair
From a mail order catalog
Money made by selling a hog
Daddy always managed to [C7]get the money somewhere

Yeah, I'm proud to [C7]be [Am]a coal miner's daughter
I ɾemember well, the well where I drew water
The work we done was [Am7]hard
At night we'd sleep 'cause we were tired
Never thought of ever leaving Butcher Holler

Well, a lot of things have changed since a way back then
Ah, and [Bm]it's so good to [C7]be [Am]back home again
Not much left but the floors, nothing lives here anymore
'Cept the memories of a coal miner's daughter
'Cept the memories of a coal miner's daughter