Loretta Lynn

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.

My daddy worked all night in the Vanleer coal mine.
All day long in the field ahoin' corn.

Mommy rocked the babies at night.
Read the Bible by the coal-oil light.