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 daddy made sure ofHe shoveled coal to make a poor man's dollarWell, 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 daddy made sure ofHe shoveled coal to make a poor man's dollarMy daddy worked all night in the Van Leer coal minesAll day long in the field, a-hoin' cornMommy rocked the babies at nightAnd read the Bible by the coal-oil lightEverything would start all over, come break of mornin'Daddy loved and raised eight kids on a miner's payMommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard every dayWhile 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 catalog, money made from sellin' 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 worked hardI never thought of ever leavin' 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, nothin' 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,…
