Coal Miner’s Daughter

COAL MINER’S DAUGHTER
By: Loretta Lynn
Key: F 

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Well, I was born a coal min-er's daugh-ter,
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In a cab-in, on a hill in Butch-er Hol-ler,
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We were poor, but we had love,
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That's the one thing that dad-dy made sure of,
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He shov-eled coal to make a poor man's dol-lar.

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My dad-dy worked all night 
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in the Van Lear Coal Mine,
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All day long in the field a-hoe-in' corn,
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Mom-my rocked the ba-by at night,
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read The Bi-ble by a coal-oil light,
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And ev-‘ry-thing would start all ov-er 
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come break of morn.

Daddy loved and raised 8 kids on a miner's pay,
Mommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard every day,
Why, I 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 leavin' 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, nothin' lives here anymore,
'Cept the memories of a coal miner's daughter.