Coal Miner's Daughter

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Well, I was born a coal miner's daughter
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In a cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler
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We were poor, but we had love
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That's the one thing that daddy made sure of
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He shoveled coal to make a poor man's dollar.



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My daddy worked all night in the Vanleer coal mine
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All day long in the field a-hoin' corn
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Mommie rocked the babies at night
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And read the Bible by the coal-oil light
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And ever'thing would start all over come break of morn'.



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Daddy loved and raised eight kids on a miner's pay
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Mommie scrubbed our clothes on a washboard ever' day
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Why, I've seen her fingers bleed
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To complain there was no need
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She'd smile in Mommie's understanding way.



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In the summertime we didn't have shoes to wear
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But in the wintertime we'd all get a brand new pair
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From a mail order catalog,
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Money made from sellin' a hog
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Daddy always managed to get the money somewhere.


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Yeah!, I'm proud to be a coal miner's daughter
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I remember well - the well where I drew water
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The work we done was hard
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At night we'd sleep 'cause we were tired
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I never thought of ever leaving Butcher Holler.



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Well, a lot of things have changed since way back then
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And it's so good to be back home again
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Not much left but the floor
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Nothing lives here anymore
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Except the mem'ries of a coal miner's daughter