In a cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler
 We were poor, but we had love
 That?s the one thing that daddy made sure of
 He shoveled coal to make a poor man?s dollar

 My daddy worked all night in the Vanleer coal mine
 All day long in the field a-hoin? corn
 Mommy rocked the babies at night
 And read the Bible by the coal oil light
 And ever?thing would start all over come break of morn?

 Daddy loved and raised eight kids on a miner?s pay
 Mommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard ever? day
 Why I?ve seen her fingers bleed
 To complain there was no need
 She?d smile in Mommy?s understanding way

 In the summertime we didn?t have shoes to wear
 But in the wintertime we?d all get a brand new pair
 )From a mail order catalog
 Money made from sellin? a hog
 Daddy always managed to get the money somewhere

 Yeah! I?m proud to be a coal miner?s daughter
 I remember well, the well where I drew water
 The work we done was hard
 At night we?d sleep ?cause we were tired
 I never thought of ever leaving Butcher Holler

 Well alot of things have changed since way back then
 And it?s so good to be back home again
 Not much left but the floor
 Nothing lives here anymore
 Except the mem?ries of a coal miner?s daughter