Well I was born the coal miner's daughter
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 shovel coal to make a poor man's dollar
Yeah I'm proud to be a coal miner's daughter
I remember well the well where I drew water
Not much left but the floor nothing lives here anymore
Except the memory of a coal miner's daughter