D                  G            D
Well, I was born a coal miner's daughter
                E               A7 
In a cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler
        D        
We were poor, but we had love
           G                         D
That's the one thing that daddy made sure of
                    A7                D 
He shoveled coal to make a poor man's dollar.



D                   G                    D   
My daddy worked all night in the Vanleer coal mine
                    E             A7
All day long in the field a-hoin' corn
        D 
Mommie rocked the babies at night
             G                 D       
And read the Bible by the coal-oil light
                     A7                  D
And ever'thing would start all over come break of morn'.



Eb                                     Ab      Eb 
Daddy loved and raised eight kids on a miner's pay
       F                         Bb7  
Mommie scrubbed our clothes on a washboard ever' day
          Eb
Why, I've seen her fingers bleed
   Ab                    Eb
To complain there was no need
                        Bb7           Eb
She'd smile in Mommie's understanding way.



       Eb            Ab                   Eb
In the summertime we didn't have shoes to wear
           F                                   Bb7
But in the wintertime we'd all get a brand new pair
       Eb
From a mail order catalog, 
      Ab                  Eb
Money made from sellin' a hog
                        Bb7           Eb 
Daddy always managed to get the money somewhere.


           E             A            E         
Yeah!, I'm proud to be a coal miner's daughter
  F#                  B7     
I remember well - the well where I drew water
    E       
The work we done was hard
    A                              E 
At night we'd sleep 'cause we were tired
                        B7              E 
I never thought of ever leaving Butcher Holler.



        E                  A                      E  
Well, a lot of things have changed since way back then
    F#              B7    
And it's so good to be back home again
    E
Not much left but the floor
        A             E
Nothing lives here anymore
                         B7           E             
Except the mem'ries of a coal miner's daughter