Coal Miner's Daughter (The Voice Performance)

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 Van Leer coal mine
And all day long in the field a' hoeing corn
Momma rocked the babies at night, read the Bible by the coal oil light
And everything would start all over come break of morn'

Daddy loved and raised eight kids on a miner's pay
And mommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard every day
Well, I 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 by 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 way back then
Ah, and it's so good to be back home again
Not much left but the floors, nothing lives here anymore
Except the memories of a coal miner's daughter
Except the memories of a coal miner's daughter