Coalminerґs Doughter Well I was born a coalminerґs doughter in a cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler we were poor but we had love thatґs a one thing that daddy make sure of he shuffled coal to make poor mans dollar Well my daddy worked all night on a coalmine all day long in the field aґhowing corn mummy rocked the babes at night and red the bible by the candle light and everything would start from break ґtill dawn Well my daddy loved us kids on a miners pay and mummy scrubed dark clothes on a washboard every day well Iґd seen her fingers bleed to complain there was no need she always smiled on mummies understanding way In the summertime we didnґt have shoes to wear but in the wintertime weґd all got a brand new pair from Salina to Cattlemorn money made from sellinґa horn daddy always managed to get the money somewhere Well Iґm proud to be a coalminerґs doughter I remember well the well were Iґve drawn waters well the work weґve done was hard at night we slept ґcause we were tired Iґd never thought Iґd ever leave on Butcher Holler Well a lot of things have change since I went back then and itґs so good to be to be back home again not so much love any more not the leasure any more exept the memories of a coalminerґs doughter
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