Well I was born a 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 shoveled coal to make a poor man's dollar
Well, I'm proud to be a coal miner's daughter I remember well the well where I drew water
The work we've done was hard at night we'd sleep as we were tired
I never thought I'd ever leave Butcher Holler