Coal Miner's Daughter Page #10

account of, well, from right in there

it looks a bit like

Kentucky used to be.

Thought I'd put the bedroom back over

in here in the front of the house

so we can wake up every morning

and look out that

old picture window

and watch the sun come up.

Thought back up here would be a

good place for a breakfast nook.

And then right...

Dadgummit, Doo.

You never asked me nothing

about no new house.

I wanted to surprise you, baby.

Well, stop surprising me.

You never ask me about nothing.

Well, hell, I thought you'd

want a new house, babe.

For the privacy if not for

nothing else, by God.

I ain't said I don't

want no new house.

I just said you ain't asked me

nothing about it. You never do.

You just say, "Hey, baby, here's

the deal, take it or leave it!"

Well, it's driving

me crazy, Doo.

Hell, let's go to the house, let's

call the lawyers and get a divorce.

I'm tired of this bullshit.

I don't want no divorce,

I just want the dadgum bedroom

in the back of the house.

(EXHALES)

You put the dadgum bedroom in

the front of the house, Doo,

and the sun comes in every morning

at 5:
00 and shines in my eyes.

How am I supposed

to get any sleep?

You're not too ignorant to get out

of the bed and walk over here

and pull a set of window

blinds down, are you?

No, and I'm not

too ignorant to know

that the dadgum bedroom don't

belong in the front of the house

where the living

room ought to be.

(GROWLS)

(IMITATES GROWL)

Stop growling, Doo, you sound

like an old bear or something.

All right,

we'll put the bedroom

in the back of the house,

all right?

(CHUCKLING)

(GROWLS)

Let's not be too hasty, Doo,

maybe we oughta leave the bedroom

in the front of the house,

it's always been there

and it's pretty here.

It's beautiful, darlin'. We'll put the

bedroom in the back of the house

and then we'll put one in

front of the house, too.

Oh, great. Then we'll both

have our own bedroom.

No, I'm gonna be

living in a tree house,

I'm gonna build

right up the hill there.

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,

back with us once again,

the first lady of country music,

the coal miner's daughter,

Miss Loretta Lynn.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(SINGING) Well, I was born

the 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

my daddy made sure of

He shoveled coal

to make a poor man's dollar

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 catalogue

Money made from sellin' 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

I never thought of ever

leavin' Butcher Holler

Well, a lot of things have

changed since way back then

And it's so good to

be back home again

Not much left but the floor

Nothing lives here anymore

'Cept the memories

of a coal miner's daughter

(CROWD CHEERING)

They say to have her hair done

Liz flies all the way to France

And Jackie's seen in a discotheque

doing a brand-new dance

And the White House social season

should be glittering and gay

But here in Topeka

The rain is a-fallin'

The faucet is a-drippin'

and the kids are a-bawlin'

One of the them's a-toddlin'

and one is a-crawlin'

And one's on the way

Ever since you left me

I've done nothing but wrong

Many nights I've

laid awake and cried

We were so happy

my heart was in a whirl

But now I'm a honky tonk girl

You come to tell me somethin'

You say I ought to know

That he don't love me anymore

and I'll have to let him go

You say you're gonna take him

but I don't think you can

'Cause you ain't woman enough

to take my man

Well, I like my lovin'

done country style

And this little girl

would walk a country mile

To find her a good ol'

slow-talking country boy

I said a country boy

I'm about as

old-fashioned as I can be

And I hope you're

likin' what you see

'Cause if you're lookin' at me

You're lookin' at country

Well, you've been

makin' your brags around town

That you've been lovin' my man

But the man I love

when he picks up trash

He puts it in a garbage can

And that's what

you look like to me

And what I see's a pity

You better move your feet

if you don't wanna eat

A meal that's called Fist City

Well, your pet name

for me is "squaw"

When you come home drinkin'

and can barely crawl

And all that lovin' on me

won't make things right

Well, you leave me at home

to keep the tepee clean

And six papooses

to break and wean

Your squaw is on

the warpath tonight

No, don't come home a-drinkin'

With lovin' on your mind

Just stay out there, on the

town and see what you can find

'Cause if you want

that kind of love

Well, you don't

need none of mine

So don't come home a-drinkin'

with lovin' on your mind

No, don't come home a-drinkin'

with lovin' on your mind

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