The Michael Berry Joe Hey, maybe I'll dye my hair.

Maybe I'll move somewhere.

Maybe I'll get a car. Maybe I'll drive so far. They'll lose track.

Me, I'll bounce right back. Maybe I'll sleep real neat

maybe I'll lose some weight

maybe I'll clear my junk

maybe I'll just get drunk on a blue one.

She cleared her junk. She was skinny.

Me, I'll be just fine and dandy. Lord it's like a hard candy.

One of the things I love about Dolly Pardon is that she's not just a singer.

She's a world-class songwriter.

She's the greatest female country songwriter of all time and it's not even close.

Followed by Loretta, but her stuff is so much bigger and so much better than Lore rest. Now the retes hits in the same way.

Butcher holler, I mean that's poor, poor, you get the grit with Loretta.

You get the ass beatings by a drunk husband at midnight grit.

Nobody, you can sing songs that somebody writes about. No man can write a song like

Loretta wrote about being a woman getting her ass beat in a trailer by a drunk husband who's

come home after a bender and deciding that night is the last night.

No man can write that.

You can't.

It's impossible.

Because you haven't experienced it.

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