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Coal Miners DaughterAll day long in the field hoein' corn Mama rocked the babies at night Read the Bible by a coal oil light And everthin'would start all over come break of morn' Mama scrubbed our clothes on a washboard ever day I'd seen her fingers bleed To complain there was no need She'd smile in Mama's understanding way But in the wintertime we'd all get a brand new pair From a mail order catalog, money made by sellin' hogs Daddy always got the money somewhere I remember well, the well where I drew water The work we done was hard At night we'd sleep 'cause we were tired I never thought to leave Butcher Holler And it's so good to be back home again Not much left but the floor Nothing lives here anymore Only a memory of a coal miner's daughter I like to be where I can look at ya. I don't want to sing down to you. I want you to sing with me. Loretta Lynn and everybody runs up and gets their piece of you. When it's over, the plate's empty. Loretta Lynn |


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