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Introduction
Hey there! So, let me tell you about this incredible song that I just can’t stop listening to—Loretta Lynn’s “Coal Miner’s Daughter.” It’s one of those tracks that feels like a warm hug from an old friend, full of honest storytelling and heartfelt emotion.
Picture this: Loretta takes us on a journey back to her roots in Butcher Hollow, Kentucky. Through her lyrics, you can almost feel the rustic charm of her childhood home and the hardworking spirit of her family. It’s like she invites you to sit with her on the front porch, as she unspools tales of simpler times, filled with love and resilience.
What makes “Coal Miner’s Daughter” truly special is its authenticity. Loretta doesn’t sugarcoat her story; instead, she paints a vivid picture of growing up in a coal mining town. Her voice carries both pride and gratitude, reminding us of the strength it takes to turn humble beginnings into legendary success. It’s no wonder this song has touched so many hearts—it’s a testament to the power of embracing where you come from.
This song also holds a significant place in music history. Released in 1970, it not only climbed the charts but also solidified Loretta Lynn’s position as a trailblazer for women in country music. Listening to it now, you can still feel its impact, as if it’s a bridge connecting generations through shared experiences and emotions.
Have you ever heard a song and thought, “This is my story too”? That’s the magic of “Coal Miner’s Daughter.” It’s relatable in its sincerity, making you reflect on your own roots and the people who shaped you. If you haven’t given it a listen yet, I highly recommend doing so—you might just find a piece of your own history in Loretta’s words.
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Lyrics
Well, I was borned 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 Van Lear coal mines
All day long in the field a hoin’ corn
Mommy rocked the babies at night
And read the Bible by the coal oil light
And ever’ thing would start all over come break of morn’
Daddy loved and raised eight kids on a miner’s pay
Mommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard every day
Why, I’ve seen her fingers bleed
To complain, there was no need
She’d smile in mommy’s understanding way
In the summertime we didn’t have shoes to wear
But in the wintertime we’d all get a brand new pair
From a mail order catalog
Money made from selling a hog
Daddy always managed to get the money somewhere
Yeah, I’m proud to be a coal miner’s daughter
I remember well, the well where I drew water
The work we done was hard
At night we’d sleep ’cause we were tired
Never thought of ever leaving Butcher Holler
Well, a lot of things have changed since a way back then
Ah, and it’s so good to be back home again
Not much left but the floors, nothing lives here anymore
‘Cept the memories of a coal miner’s daughter
‘Cept the memories of a coal miner’s daughter