Coal Miner’s Daughter

Philipi, West Virginia, February and March 2006 I was a coal miner’s daughter, I lived in an old coal mining town. When I’d wake up in the morning and hear the whistle blow, my daddy would grab his dinner can and off to work he’d go. He’d work hard all day and it weren’t no fun. When he’d call for two dollars at the script office they wouldn’t give him but one. I would say “oh Lord looks down on... Read More