Loretta Lynn – Coal Miners Daughter (Guitar)

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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 Van Lear coal mine

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All day long in the field a-hoin' corn

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Mommy 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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Mommy 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 Mommy'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