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Loretta Lynn


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Настоящее имя Loretta Webb
Дата рождения 14 апреля 1932 г.
Откуда Butcher Hollow, Kentucky, USA
Жанры Gospel
Honky tonk
Country
Годы 1960—н.в.
Лейблы Columbia Records
Interscope Records
См. также Dolly Parton
Ernest Tubb
Conway Twitty
Tammy Wynette
Jack White
Crystal Gayle
Peggy Sue
The Lynns
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Альбом Loretta Lynn


Loretta Lynn's Greatest Hits Vol. II (1974)
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COAL MINER'S DAUGHTER
Words and music by Loretta Lynn

Well, I was born a 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 that daddy made sure of
He shoveled coal to make a poor man's dollar.

My daddy worked all night in the Vanleer coal mine
All day long in the field a-hoin' corn
Mommie rocked the babies at night
And read the Bible by the coal-oil light
And ever'thing would start all over come break of morn'.

Daddy loved and raised eight kids on a miner's pay
Mommie scrubbed our clothes on a washboard ever' day
Why, I've seen her fingers bleed
To complain there was no need
She'd smile in Mommie'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 catalog
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 leaving 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
Except the mem'ries of a coal miner's daughter.

. . .


Well, I look out the window and what do I see
The breeze is a blowin' the leaves from the trees
Everything is free everything but me
I'm gonna take this chain from around my finger
And throw it just as far as I can slinger
'Cause I wanna be free

When my baby left me everything died
But a little bluebird was singin' just outside
Singin' twidle-de-dee fly away with me
Well, you know I think I'm a gonna live
Gotta lotta love left in me to give
So I wanna be free.

I released my heart my soul and my mind
And I'm a feelin' fine
I broke the chains, the ring of gold
Before it broke my mind
Well, look who's cryin' and it ain't me
But I can't hardly hear and I can't half see
Oh, I wanna be free.

--- Instrumental ---

I released my heart my soul and my mind
And I'm a feelin' fine
I broke the chains, the ring of gold
Before it broke my mind
Well, look who's cryin' and it ain't me
But I can't hardly hear and I can't half see.
Oh, I wanna be free.

Do I wanna be free?
Yeah, I wanna be free free...

. . .


Before you first made love to me
You called me, your wife-to-be
And after that, I saw the devil in your eyes
With your sweet smooth talkin' ways
You turned a flame into a blaze
The night I let you hang
My wings upon your horns.

Don't tell me that I'm no saint
I'm the first to know I ain't
There's a little thing called love
And that's what changed me
)From an innocent country girl
To a woman of the world
The night I let you hang
My wings upon your horns.

You hung my wings upon your horns
And turned my halo into thorns
And turned me into a woman I can't stand
You're the first to ever make me
Fall in love and then not take me
The night I let you hang
My wings upon your horns.

You hung my wings upon your horns
And turned my halo into thorns
And turned me into a woman I can't stand
You're the first to ever make me
Fall in love and then not take me
The night I let you hang
My wings upon your horns...

. . .


"Fist City" By: Loretta Lynn
You've been makin' your braggs around town
That you've been a 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 pitty
You better close you face and stay outta my way
If you don't wanna go to fist city.

Chorus:
If you don't wanna go to fist city
You better detour around my town
'Cause I'll grab a you by the hair a the head
And I'll lift off of the ground
I'm not a sayin' my baby's at saint
'Cause he ain't
And that he won't cat around with a kitty
I'm here to tell you gal to lay off a my man
If you don't want to go to fist city.

Come on and tell me what you told my friends
If you think you're brave enough
And I'll show you what a real woman is
Since you think you're hot stuff
You'll bite off more than you can chew
If you get to cute or witty
You better move your feet
If you don't wanna eat
A meal that's called fist city.

Repeat Chorus

I'm here to tell you gal to lay off of my man
If you don't wanna go to fist city.

. . .


(Loretta Lynn)

Well, I like my lovin' done country style
And this little girl would walk a country mile
To find her a good ole slow talkin' 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.

You don't see no city when you look at me
'Cause country's all I am
I love runnin' barefooted through the old cornfields
And I love that country ham.

Well, you say I'm made just to fit your plans
But there's a barnyad shovel fit your hands
If your eyes are on me
You're lookin' at country.

--- Instrumental ---

This here country is a little green
And there's a lotta country that you ain't seen
I'll show you around if you'll show me a weddin' band
I said a weddin' band.

When it comes to love, well, I know about that
Country folks all know where it's at
If you're lookin' at me
You're lookin' at country.

You don't see no city when you look at me
'Cause country's all I am
I love runnin' barefooted through the old cornfields
And I love that country ham.

If your eyes are on me
You're lookin' at country...

. . .


(Tracey Lee)

The sun comes up and brings the dawn turn to day
The kids run out to play the game like kids all play
To child the world is milk and honey a dime is a lot a can be money
Oh, ain't it funny, now ain't it funny.

Running barefoot through the fields in the rain
Chasin' pretty butterflies in the lane
The world's a mess and they wonder why
Oh, what a pretty blue blue sky
Gee, ain't it funny, now ain't it funny.

The kids all say grown ups are strange and aren't they
They teach their kids not to do as I do but as I say
They cry for peace and then make wars
And wonder what they're fighting for.

Oh, ain't it funny, now ain't it funny?
Oh, gee ain't it funny, now ain't it funny?

. . .


They say to have her hair done, Liz flies all the way to France,
And Jackie's seen in a discoth`eque doin' 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 'em a-toddlin and one is a crawlin':
And, one's on the way.

I'm glad that Raquel Welch just signed a million dollar pact,
And Debbie's out in Vegas workin' up a brand new act.
While the TV's showin' Newlywed's, a real fun game to play;
But here in Topeka, the screen door's a bangin'
The coffee's boilin' over and the worsh needs a hangin'
One want a cookie and one wants a changin'
And, one's on the way.

Now what was I doin'?
Jimmy get away from there.
Darn, there goes the phone.
Hello honey. What's that you say?
You're bringin' a few ole army buddies home?
You're callin' from a bar?
Get away from there.
No, not you honey, I was talking to the baby.
Wait a minute, honey, the door bell.
Honey, could you stop by the market and...
Hello?
Hello?
Well I'll be.

The girls in New York City, they all march for women's lib.
And better homes and garden shows, the modern way to live.
And the pill may change the world tomorrow, but meanwhile, today.
Here in Topeka, the flies are a buzzin'
The dog is a barkin' and the floor needs a scrubbin'
One needs a spankin' and one needs a huggin'
Lord, one's on the way.

Oh gee, I hope it ain't twins again.

. . .


(Loretta Lynn)

Well, your pet name for me is Squaw
When you come home a 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 teepee clean
Six papooses to break and when wean
Well, your squaw is on the warpath tonight.

Well, I've found out a big brave chief
The game you're a huntin' for ain't beef
Get off of my huntin' grounds and get out of my sight
This war dance I'm doin' means I'm fightin' mad
You need no more of what you've already had
Your squaw is on the warpath tonight.

--- Instrumental ---

Well, that fire-water that you've been drinking
Makes you feel bigger but chief you're shrinking
Since you've been on that love making diet
Now don't hand me that ole peace pipe
There ain't no pipe can settle this fight
Your squaw is on the warpath tonight.

Well, I've found out a big brave chief
The game you're a huntin' for ain't beef
Get off of my huntin' grounds and get out of my sight
This war dance I'm doin' means I'm fightin' mad
You need no more of what you've already had
Your squaw is on the warpath tonight.

Yeah, your squaw is on the warpath tonight...

. . .


(Carl Knight)

Now lately, I've been wonderin' honey, why you don't come home
At the end of the day when your work is through
So yesterday, when the sun went down the moon rose on your trail
It just dawned on me what sundown does to you.

It just dawned on me what sundown does to you
It puts a clear in your eyes somehow I could never do
You wanna lean on the jukebox, sip on a cool one
And hang around a place where you just might find one.
It dawned on me what sundown does to you.

--- Instrumental ---

Now honey, you know sundown falls on everyone
When I say everyone well that includes me to
So tonight when that old moon comes out
You can bet I'll be cut out too
It just dawned on me what sundown does to you.

It just dawned on me what sundown does to you
It puts a clear in your eyes somehow I could never do
You wanna lean on the jukebox, sip on a cool one
And hang around a place where you just might find one.
It dawned on me what sundown does to you.

Well, it dawned on me what sundown does to you...

. . .


Well, goodbye tubs and clothes lines, goodbye pots and pans
I'm a gonna take a greyhound bus, as further as I can
I ain't a gonna wash no windows and I ain't a gonna scrub no floors
And when you realize I'm gone, I'm a gonna hear you roar.

And you'll say hey Loretta, I love you more than my Irish Setter
Hey Loretta, don't leave me alone
Hey Loretta, I swear I'm a gonna treat you better
Buy you brand new overalls if you'll only come back home.

I work my fingers to the bone and we don't hardly speak
And all I ever get is just a little kiss about once a week
So you can feed the chickens and you can milk the cow
This a woman's liberation, honey is a gonna start right now.

And you'll say hey Loretta, I love you more than my Irish Setter
Hey Loretta, don't leave me alone
Hey Loretta, I swear I'm a gonna treat you better
Buy you brand new overalls if you'll only come back home.

I'll dress up like a movie star and pretty up my hair
And no one here is a gonna know what I'll be doing there
I'll be swinging from a chandelier and bouncin' off the walls
Instead of lovin' just one man I'm a gonna love 'em all.

And you'll say hey Loretta, I love you more than my Irish Setter
Hey Loretta, don't leave me alone
Hey Loretta, I swear I'm a gonna treat you better
Buy you brand new overalls if you'll only come back home...

. . .


I've seen him as he awakens in the morning
He reaches out his hand and without a word
As his fingers softly fall upon my face
He lights the flame of desire and makes me want him

And love is the foundation we lean on
All you need is love to ease your mind
And does it have to be right to be called love
When he gives me more loving
Then a lifetime of looking could ever find.

And love is the foundation we lean on
All you need is love to ease your mind
And does it have to be right to be called love
When he gives me more loving
Then a lifetime of looking could ever find...

. . .


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