Well, I was born a coal miner's daughterIn a cabin on a hill in Butcher HollerWe were poor but we had loveThat's the one thing that my Daddy made sure ofAnd he shoveled coal to make a poor man's dollarMy daddy, he worked all night in the Van Lear coal minesAll day long in the field hoeing cornMama rocked the baby at nightAnd read the Bible by the coal oil lightAnd everything would start all over come break of morn'Daddy loved and raised eight kids on a miner's payMama scrubbed our clothes on a washboard every dayI've seen her fingers bleedTo complain, there was no needShe'd smile in Mama's understanding wayIn the summertime, we didn't have shoes to wearBut in the wintertime, we'd all get a brand new pairFrom a mail-order catalogue, money made by selling a hogDaddy always managed to get the money somewhereYes, I'm proud to be a coal miner's daughterI remember well, the well where I drew waterThe work we done was hardAt night we'd sleep, 'cause we were all tiredI never thought I'd ever leave Butcher HollerWell a lot of things have changed, since way back thenAnd it's so good to be back home againNot much left but the floor'Cause nothing lives here anymoreExcept the memories of a coal miner's daughter
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Loretta Lynn (nacida como Loretta Webb; Butcher Hollow, Kentucky; 14 de abril de 1932-Hurricane Mills, Tennessee; 4 de octubre de 2022) fue una cantante y compositora de música country y filántropa estadounidense.
== Biografía ==
Nacida en Butcher Hollow,…
