About the song
Loretta Lynn, a name synonymous with country music’s golden age, released “Coal Miner’s Daughter” in 1970. This heartfelt ballad, a deeply personal account of her own life, quickly became a national anthem, resonating with audiences far beyond the country music genre.
Born in Butcher Hollow, Kentucky, Lynn grew up in poverty, the daughter of a coal miner. Her early life was marked by hardship and challenges, experiences that would later shape her songwriting. “Coal Miner’s Daughter” serves as a poignant reflection of her upbringing, capturing the raw emotion and determination that defined her journey.
The song’s introspective lyrics paint a vivid picture of Lynn’s childhood. She sings of the struggles she faced, the sacrifices her family made, and the unwavering love and support she received. The imagery is evocative, transporting listeners to the Appalachian mountains where Lynn grew up.
Beyond its personal narrative, “Coal Miner’s Daughter” is a powerful anthem of resilience and hope. Lynn’s voice, filled with both vulnerability and strength, conveys a sense of triumph over adversity. The song’s message is universal, inspiring listeners to overcome their own challenges and strive for a better life.
The song’s enduring popularity can be attributed to its authenticity and relatability. Lynn’s honest portrayal of her experiences resonates with audiences of all backgrounds. It is a testament to the power of storytelling and the ability of music to connect with people on a deep emotional level.
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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