Coal Miners Daughter - текст песни
Coal Miner's Daughter
Well, I was born a coal minerґs daughter
In a cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler
We were poor, but we had love
Thatґs the one thing that daddy made sure of
He shoveled coal to make a poor manґs dollar
My daddy worked all night in the Vanleer coal mine
All day long in the field a-hoinґ corn
Mommy rocked the babies at night
And read the Bible by the coal oil light
And everґthing would start all over come break of mornґ
Daddy loved and raised eight kids on a minerґs pay
Mommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard everґ day
Why Iґve seen her fingers bleed
To complain there was no need
Sheґd smile in Mommyґs understanding way
In the summertime we didnґt have shoes to wear
But in the wintertime weґd all get a brand new pair
)From a mail order catalog
Money made from sellinґ a hog
Daddy always managed to get the money somewhere
Yeah! Iґm proud to be a coal minerґs daughter
I remember well, the well where I drew water
The work we done was hard
At night weґd sleep ґcause we were tired
I never thought of ever leaving Butcher Holler
Well alot of things have changed since way back then
And itґs so good to be back home again
Not much left but the floor
Nothing lives here anymore
Except the memґries of a coal minerґs daughter
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