Well, I was born a coal miner's daughterIn a cabin, on a hill in Butcher HollerWe were poor but we had love,That's the one thing that daddy made sure ofHe'd shovel coal to make a poor man's dollarMy daddy worked all night in the Van Lear coal minesAll day long in the field a hoin' cornMommy rocked the babies at nightAnd read the Bible by the coal oil lightAnd ever' thing would start all over come break of mornDaddy loved and raised eight kids on a miner's payMommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard ever' dayWhy I've seen her fingers bleedTo complain, there was no needShe'd smile in mommy'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 catalogMoney made from selling a hogDaddy always managed to get the money somewhereYeah, 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 tiredI never thought of ever leaving Butcher HollerWell a lot of things have changed since a way back thenAnd it's so good to be back home againNot much left but the floor, nothing lives here anymoreExcept the memory 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,…
