Hell yeah, Dolly's my favorite
Why you laughing at that?
Prodigy. Self-made lady. Song savant.
You can feel it wherever you go.
From New York to Tennessee to right here at this unwelcome table.
Just want to go Back.
Back to my hometown kitchen
Kid guitar in my hand.
Belting "Coat of May Colors"
Before I knew there were people like you.
Take me back Dolly now.
Take me back now Dolly
To where I'll never "sort-of" belong
Go back to where I'll lay to rest one day
We'll sing about the silly times
Where you are now with your crystal and wine
But the real shine and the fine
Are so much more than this...
It's coming home.
But for now this dinner with plastic faces --
Crystal decanters--
Fifteen forks--
Maids at the wings--
Conversation turns to music
Dolly comes up
they say it with disdain and a half-hidden smirk
"She's really your favorite?"
I don't wait to say back: "Always Dolly."
And I'm there.
Into my hometown kitchen
Kid guitar in my hand
Belting "Jolene" with Dolly
Before I even was kissed
They said I could sing
But not well enough. And then no connections.
Some saw a pretty face.
I turned away.
Smart enough not to build on a face
On the hard stuff that took my heart.
So I'm back now. Dolly on my lips.
No guitar. I never learned, but I'll belt it
on karaoke night.
"9 to 5" still dealing with them.
But it doesn't matter now. I'm home at this table. Never leaving again. Because "I'll Always Love You."
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