Well, I was born to call mine daughter
In a cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler
We were poor but we had love
That's the one thing that
My daddy worked all night
in the Van Leer coal mine
All day long in the field of hoeing corn
Mommy rocked the babies at night
And read the Bible by the coal oil light
And everything would start
all over come break of morn
Daddy loved to raise the kids
Mommy scrubbed our clothes
on the washboard every day
I've seen her fingers flee
to complain there was no need
In the summertime we didn't
But in the wintertime we'd all
From a mail order catalog
Money made from sellin' the hog
to get the money some way
The work we done was hard
At night we'd sleep cause
And never thought about leaving,
Well, a lot of things have changed
And it's so good to be back home again
Not much left but the floor
Nothing lives here anymore
It's like the memories of
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