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 my daddy made sure of 
He shoveled coal to make a poor man's dollar

My daddy worked all night in the Van Leer coal mines 
All day long in the field hoeing corn 
Well mommy rocked the babies at night 
And read the bible by the coal oil light 
And every thing would start all [bad word] break of morn

Well daddy loved and raised eight kids on a miner's pay
Mommy [bad word] our clothes on a washboard every day
Well I seen her fingers bleed  [bad word] 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

Well 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 its so good to be back home again 
Not much left but the floor 
Nothing lives here anymore 
Except the memories of a coal miner's daughter