I'll be the state of Tennessee
Let's pretend we're items found in a Dolly Parton song
by Anonymous | reply 165 | March 31, 2019 5:37 PM |
I"m a red-headed, man-stealing hussy.
by Anonymous | reply 1 | February 28, 2019 5:14 PM |
I'm hard candy.
by Anonymous | reply 2 | February 28, 2019 5:17 PM |
I'm a butterfly.
by Anonymous | reply 3 | February 28, 2019 5:19 PM |
I am "I," and I will always love you.
by Anonymous | reply 4 | February 28, 2019 5:21 PM |
I'm a coat of many colors
by Anonymous | reply 5 | February 28, 2019 5:22 PM |
I'm Little Andy
by Anonymous | reply 6 | February 28, 2019 5:23 PM |
I'm an island
by Anonymous | reply 7 | February 28, 2019 5:24 PM |
I’m her man.
by Anonymous | reply 8 | February 28, 2019 5:26 PM |
I'm more kitsch than a dozen roadside trailer parks.
by Anonymous | reply 9 | February 28, 2019 5:26 PM |
I'm the fingernails she used to compose "9to5"
by Anonymous | reply 10 | February 28, 2019 5:29 PM |
I'm money. There's never much of me, but there's always plenty of love to make up for it.
by Anonymous | reply 11 | February 28, 2019 5:33 PM |
R11 I'd rather be the money she has made from writing about not having money.
by Anonymous | reply 12 | February 28, 2019 5:41 PM |
I'm the ethereal voices of Emmylou and pre-Parkinson's Linda adding a bit of harmony all wrapped up in gingham and lace.
by Anonymous | reply 13 | February 28, 2019 5:44 PM |
I’m the cup of ambition.
by Anonymous | reply 14 | February 28, 2019 6:10 PM |
I'm a lady mule skinner.
by Anonymous | reply 16 | February 28, 2019 6:19 PM |
I'm a body, looking better than I have a right to.
by Anonymous | reply 17 | February 28, 2019 6:29 PM |
Look , all DLers are a cup of ambition. Stupidest item ever in a song.
by Anonymous | reply 18 | February 28, 2019 6:40 PM |
I'm a bargain store.
by Anonymous | reply 19 | February 28, 2019 7:21 PM |
I'm Bittersweet memories
by Anonymous | reply 20 | February 28, 2019 7:35 PM |
I'm a banjo and a jug of applejack.
by Anonymous | reply 21 | February 28, 2019 7:46 PM |
I'm Dolly's musical quasi flirting and slightly naughty ad libs with Kenny, Vince and nearly every male duet partner...except for Porter. Their bickering during the fade outs was real.
by Anonymous | reply 22 | February 28, 2019 7:58 PM |
[quote]except for Porter. Their bickering during the fade outs was real.
Closet dykes can be nasty.
by Anonymous | reply 23 | February 28, 2019 8:08 PM |
I am a child.
And I have never survived to the end of a Dolly Parton song.
by Anonymous | reply 24 | February 28, 2019 8:30 PM |
This was a BORING thread. Shit!
by Anonymous | reply 25 | February 28, 2019 9:08 PM |
I’ll be the heartache.
by Anonymous | reply 26 | February 28, 2019 9:28 PM |
I'm flars otherwise known as flowers.
by Anonymous | reply 27 | February 28, 2019 9:29 PM |
I’m the yellow dress
by Anonymous | reply 28 | February 28, 2019 9:30 PM |
I'm an old flame holding a candle.
by Anonymous | reply 29 | February 28, 2019 9:31 PM |
I’m the stream in which Dolly and Kenny are islands. I’m also the Kenny Rogers Roasters that made him as big as one.
by Anonymous | reply 30 | February 28, 2019 9:37 PM |
I’m the boss who’s out to get her.
by Anonymous | reply 31 | February 28, 2019 9:49 PM |
I'm the pen of Donna Summer, writing Dolly that great divorce ballad that Dolly wish she'd written herself.
by Anonymous | reply 32 | February 28, 2019 9:51 PM |
I'm "Painted on Jeans"
by Anonymous | reply 33 | February 28, 2019 9:54 PM |
I'm "dinner on the ground".
Who needs plates when you're going to eat raw coon with your bare hands?
by Anonymous | reply 34 | February 28, 2019 9:58 PM |
R34 That is not what dinner on the ground means. The line is "Go to church on Sunday with dinner on the ground." It just means a church wide picnic held after Sunday morning services. Basically, an outdoor church pot-luck.
by Anonymous | reply 35 | February 28, 2019 10:02 PM |
I'm a Frederick's of Hollywood catalog, carelessly left lying around for eight year old Dolly to see and become corrupted for life.
by Anonymous | reply 36 | February 28, 2019 10:04 PM |
I’m the man in the high-heeled boots and the painted-on jeans. I’m decked out like a cowgirl’s dream, but I’m frustratingly indifferent to Dolly. She thinks it’s because I’ve got a mean streak a half a mile wide, but really its because I’m hoping to get plowed by a couple of cowboys in this honky took bathroom before the night is through. And that, Dolly, is why I came in here lookin’ like this.
by Anonymous | reply 37 | February 28, 2019 10:06 PM |
r35, I like my way better, churchfrau.
by Anonymous | reply 38 | February 28, 2019 10:07 PM |
I'm the hands that better keep off of the potential new boyfriend.
by Anonymous | reply 39 | February 28, 2019 10:08 PM |
I'm the trans lady in "Travelin' Through" whom Dolly doesn't judge.
by Anonymous | reply 40 | February 28, 2019 10:09 PM |
I'm the amber sunset glow, and I've died.
by Anonymous | reply 41 | February 28, 2019 10:11 PM |
OP is the lice she goes after with a fine tooth comb.
by Anonymous | reply 42 | February 28, 2019 10:23 PM |
I'm the crazy lady Dolly called "Mountain Angel." I'm so far gone, I run around the Tennessee hills wearing "not a stitch!"
by Anonymous | reply 43 | February 28, 2019 10:30 PM |
I'm a no good so-and-so
by Anonymous | reply 44 | February 28, 2019 10:34 PM |
I'm the code word for Judy Ogle's squirrel covers.
by Anonymous | reply 45 | February 28, 2019 10:51 PM |
I'm mumbo-jumbo-jive.
by Anonymous | reply 46 | February 28, 2019 10:54 PM |
I’m the pair of false eyelashes and a tube of cheap lipstick., a pair of worn out high-heel shoes and a dress—doesn’t fit.
by Anonymous | reply 47 | March 1, 2019 12:14 AM |
I'm lookin' better than a body has a right to
by Anonymous | reply 48 | March 1, 2019 12:53 AM |
I'm a pre-teen couple making out on a porch swing
by Anonymous | reply 49 | March 1, 2019 3:29 AM |
I'm a traveling salesman who was hoping for a mother-daughter three-way, but only got to boink each of 'em separately.
by Anonymous | reply 50 | March 1, 2019 3:34 AM |
I’m the firkd nearby.
by Anonymous | reply 51 | March 1, 2019 3:39 AM |
^field. I’m where the crickets sing
by Anonymous | reply 52 | March 1, 2019 3:41 AM |
I am the pathos that I was able to wring out of I Will Always Love You that Dolly couldn’t even imagine until I came along.
by Anonymous | reply 53 | March 1, 2019 3:56 AM |
I'm a broken heart with some missing parts.
by Anonymous | reply 54 | March 1, 2019 1:01 PM |
I'm words that wouldn't rhyme, were it not for Dolly's Southern accent, e.g. aint and can't (pronounced cayn't), etc.
by Anonymous | reply 55 | March 1, 2019 1:51 PM |
I'm the "Lyingest Lying Liar" T-shirt r54 threw on the floor before she sat down and typed her lies.
by Anonymous | reply 56 | March 1, 2019 1:58 PM |
I'm the cologne that cheating Dolly can't wear when she's with her married boyfriend.
by Anonymous | reply 57 | March 1, 2019 2:34 PM |
I'm the lightning that didn't strike twice, when Dolly and Kenny's second duet conked out on the charts.
by Anonymous | reply 58 | March 1, 2019 2:52 PM |
I'm the beauty beyond compare with flaming locks of auburn hair, wth ivory skin and eyes of emerald green...
I am Jolene!
by Anonymous | reply 59 | March 1, 2019 3:15 PM |
I'm the Secretary of the Harper Valley P.T.A., here to report that Mrs. Johnson is wearin' her dresses way too high. She's also been drinkin' and a runnin' round with men and goin' wild!
by Anonymous | reply 60 | March 1, 2019 3:23 PM |
I'm Dolly's early, proto-feminist sensibilities that resulted in strong, independent women songs like "Just Because I'm a Woman" "Just the Way I Am", and "Don't Let it Trouble Your Mind".
by Anonymous | reply 61 | March 1, 2019 3:27 PM |
I’m Little Tiny Tassletop. Dolly’s first song was about me.
by Anonymous | reply 62 | March 1, 2019 3:43 PM |
I'm the light of the moon glow.
by Anonymous | reply 63 | March 1, 2019 4:29 PM |
I'm hot as a pistol.
by Anonymous | reply 64 | March 1, 2019 4:32 PM |
Did Dolly write "Harper Valley PTA" for Jeannie C. Riley?
by Anonymous | reply 65 | March 1, 2019 4:47 PM |
R65 it "Harper Valley" was written by the great Tom T. Hall.
by Anonymous | reply 66 | March 1, 2019 4:55 PM |
I'm a wildflower, and I don't care where I grow.
by Anonymous | reply 67 | March 1, 2019 5:08 PM |
I'm the publishing rights that Dolly will never let go of.
by Anonymous | reply 68 | March 1, 2019 5:20 PM |
R65 Yes it was written by Tom T. Hall and covered by many, my favorite being Dolly's.
Sidebar: Tammy Faye Bakker recorded a protest song to the tune of "Harper Valley PTA" in retaliation to the scandal in which she and husband Jim Bakker were involved in the late 1980s.
by Anonymous | reply 69 | March 1, 2019 5:32 PM |
I'M TWO DOORS DOWN.
by Anonymous | reply 70 | March 1, 2019 5:36 PM |
I'm the altered lyrics to Dolly's cover of the Petula Clark classic "Downtown", presumably because producers figured most country fans wouldn't know what a "gentle Bossa Nova" is.
by Anonymous | reply 71 | March 1, 2019 7:47 PM |
I'm Daddy's moonshine still. I was good for nothin' but to break Mama's heart and to tear our home apart and make our lives a livin' hell.
by Anonymous | reply 72 | March 1, 2019 8:07 PM |
I'm the irresistible synths and buoyant Cyndi Lapuer-ish production on "Think About Love", which should have made the song explode as a big pop hit, but it never really crossed over beyond the country charts.
by Anonymous | reply 73 | March 1, 2019 8:11 PM |
I'm Smokey Robinson, wondering why Dolly and I couldn't have pooled our considerable talents and come up with something a bit more substantial than the idiotic duet we recorded together.
by Anonymous | reply 74 | March 1, 2019 8:16 PM |
You may be exciting, R70, but I’m also two doors down where we’re having our OWN party.
by Anonymous | reply 75 | March 1, 2019 8:25 PM |
I'm a pissant country place, and I got nothin' dirty going on.
by Anonymous | reply 76 | March 1, 2019 8:57 PM |
I'm a rhinestone studded suit and cowgirl high heel boots.
by Anonymous | reply 77 | March 1, 2019 9:35 PM |
I'm the sad, lonely, "going nowhere fast" vibe of "Single Bars and Single Women"
by Anonymous | reply 78 | March 1, 2019 9:56 PM |
I'm an Eagle when I fly.
by Anonymous | reply 79 | March 2, 2019 2:19 AM |
I'm the city of Dover holding daddy captive until the stillbirth of his baby
by Anonymous | reply 80 | March 3, 2019 8:57 PM |
I'm islands in the stream.
by Anonymous | reply 81 | March 3, 2019 9:00 PM |
I'm Jolene's double thick mascara.
by Anonymous | reply 82 | March 3, 2019 9:04 PM |
I'm the light on Jeannie's headstone.
by Anonymous | reply 83 | March 3, 2019 9:06 PM |
"Hey Jolene, I'm a big ol' star now! Drop by my mansion one day so I can properly snatch you bald-headed!"
by Anonymous | reply 84 | March 3, 2019 9:47 PM |
I'm a lonesome call of a whippoorwill.
by Anonymous | reply 85 | March 4, 2019 12:23 AM |
I'm the country fan who discovered Collective Soul as result of Dolly's cover of "Shine".
by Anonymous | reply 86 | March 4, 2019 12:26 AM |
I'm just a few old memories.
by Anonymous | reply 87 | March 4, 2019 12:26 AM |
I’m “Mama.”
by Anonymous | reply 88 | March 4, 2019 12:28 AM |
I'm two doors down.
by Anonymous | reply 89 | March 4, 2019 12:37 AM |
I'm the LSD Robert Plant must have taken to have given thumbs up to Dolly's bizarre cover of "Stairway to Heaven"
by Anonymous | reply 90 | March 4, 2019 12:40 AM |
I'm the guy that came again.....and here I go
by Anonymous | reply 91 | March 4, 2019 2:10 AM |
I'm the kidney stones she and Kenny are passing.
by Anonymous | reply 92 | March 4, 2019 5:17 AM |
R89, meet R70 and R75.
by Anonymous | reply 93 | March 4, 2019 1:23 PM |
I'm great balls!
by Anonymous | reply 94 | March 4, 2019 1:31 PM |
I'm Jolene's eyes of emerald green.
by Anonymous | reply 96 | March 4, 2019 1:43 PM |
R96, meet R59.
Jesus I hate repeats on these types of threads.
by Anonymous | reply 97 | March 4, 2019 1:46 PM |
[quote]Jesus I hate repeats on these types of threads.
R97, I am Jolene's eyes of emerald green.
Jesus, I hate people who whine about repeats on list threads. They are my least favorite DLers of all. Worse than racists and homophobes. Not everyone has your memory, Jolene. Even fewer of us give a fuck whether someone already posted something. Get the fuck over yourself, Controlene. It's going to happen.
by Anonymous | reply 98 | March 4, 2019 2:01 PM |
For r97, an object of true derision and hatred.
by Anonymous | reply 99 | March 4, 2019 2:02 PM |
I’m all Dolly’s songs rolled into one big fat, inspiring package.
by Anonymous | reply 100 | March 4, 2019 2:22 PM |
Just to further piss off R97, I'm Jolene's eyes of emerald green.
by Anonymous | reply 101 | March 4, 2019 2:44 PM |
I am a bad seed that fell by the way.
by Anonymous | reply 105 | March 4, 2019 9:40 PM |
I"m creepy old man who tries to seduce Dolly in the apple orchard.
by Anonymous | reply 106 | March 4, 2019 9:58 PM |
R98 You are my folk hero. Well done.
by Anonymous | reply 107 | March 4, 2019 11:11 PM |
They let you dream just to watch 'em shatter
You're just a step on the boss-man's ladder
But you got dreams he'll never take away
You're in the same boat with a lotta your friends
Waitin' for the day your ship'll come in
An' the tide's gonna turn and it's all gonna *roll* your way!
I am workin' 9 to 5, honey!
by Anonymous | reply 108 | March 4, 2019 11:20 PM |
I'm a woman's life that is likened to a bargain store.
This bargain store is open. COME INSIDE!!!!!
by Anonymous | reply 109 | March 5, 2019 2:03 AM |
I'm a box of Raisinettes and a red velvet theatre seat.
by Anonymous | reply 110 | March 8, 2019 1:16 AM |
I'm the Blue Ridge Mountains Boy.
by Anonymous | reply 111 | March 8, 2019 1:19 AM |
I'm a twenty acre farm with a shacky house and barn.
by Anonymous | reply 112 | March 8, 2019 1:19 AM |
I'm a tear-stained goodbye note.
by Anonymous | reply 113 | March 8, 2019 1:20 AM |
I'm the lonely coming down.
by Anonymous | reply 114 | March 8, 2019 1:23 AM |
I'm the violin Dolly played when her gal pal was complainin' about her life....
by Anonymous | reply 115 | March 8, 2019 1:31 AM |
I'm Joshua!
by Anonymous | reply 116 | March 8, 2019 1:35 AM |
I'm The Star Of The Show, and we sang a love song the day that we met. But if I don't star in your show, well I'm STILL a star and I can still grow.
R58 I love "Real Love"...not many others did at the time.
This thread would have been better had it been Let's Be The Worn Out Boob Jokes Dolly Parton Still Uses In Interview After Interview...In that I would have been Shock & Awe.
by Anonymous | reply 117 | March 8, 2019 1:41 AM |
R117, I'm "I don't know if I'm supportin' them or they're supportin' me."
by Anonymous | reply 118 | March 8, 2019 1:54 AM |
I'll be a new thread for an old spool.
by Anonymous | reply 119 | March 8, 2019 2:13 AM |
I'm laughin' and drinkin' and havin' a party.
by Anonymous | reply 120 | March 8, 2019 2:29 AM |
I'm Dr. Robert F. Thomas
by Anonymous | reply 121 | March 8, 2019 2:35 AM |
I'm a heart shaped locket.
by Anonymous | reply 123 | March 8, 2019 2:47 AM |
I'm some hard candy.
by Anonymous | reply 124 | March 8, 2019 3:00 AM |
I'm the gingerbread. Dolly ain't got none of me, so Sandy and Little Andy DIED.
by Anonymous | reply 125 | March 8, 2019 5:53 AM |
I'm Jolene's emerald eyes, just daring that "See" queen to complain about me.
by Anonymous | reply 126 | March 8, 2019 8:09 AM |
I"m a greasy spoon cafe.
by Anonymous | reply 127 | March 8, 2019 7:26 PM |
I'm the sweet baby Jesus.
by Anonymous | reply 128 | March 12, 2019 12:30 AM |
I'm what baby will be.
by Anonymous | reply 129 | March 12, 2019 12:51 AM |
I'm some guy's little finger with Dolly's heart wrapped around it.
by Anonymous | reply 130 | March 12, 2019 5:56 AM |
I’m an early 90s Whitney Houston being pitched I Will Always Love You over the phone by Kevin Costner as my girlfriend Robin spells out Dolly Parton has big titties with her tongue on my clit. Kevin takes my Oh God Yes, Yes Baby as my agreement to record the song, so I have to record it. It turns out to be the biggest hit of my career and the song I play on repeat with Robin and her tongue leave me a decade later
by Anonymous | reply 131 | March 12, 2019 6:07 AM |
[quote]Take that, Helen Reddy!
I got to join Jane and Lily at the Women’s March, so there!
by Anonymous | reply 132 | March 12, 2019 2:42 PM |
I'm jolene!
by Anonymous | reply 133 | March 12, 2019 3:57 PM |
I'm the red and white polka dotted blouse, knotted at the waist, and rhinestone-encrusted denim bell bottoms from the cover of the HERE YOU COME AGAIN album, which was Dolly's version of a Chanel suit.
by Anonymous | reply 134 | March 12, 2019 10:07 PM |
I’m the 9 to 5 job that we normal folks have to work.
by Anonymous | reply 135 | March 12, 2019 10:28 PM |
We are the mammaries that won’t be forgotten
by Anonymous | reply 136 | March 12, 2019 10:30 PM |
Thanks for the mammaries
by Anonymous | reply 137 | March 12, 2019 10:33 PM |
I am the Elite wigs. Sweet Lord, the wigs!
by Anonymous | reply 138 | March 12, 2019 10:42 PM |
I'm the mule.
by Anonymous | reply 139 | March 12, 2019 10:50 PM |
I'm a fine toothed comb.
by Anonymous | reply 140 | March 12, 2019 10:53 PM |
I'm an eagle when it flies
by Anonymous | reply 141 | March 12, 2019 11:04 PM |
I'm the first verse of the original version of "Two Doors Down" ("lying across my lonely bed in my lonely ol' apartment..") which was deleted from Dolly's rerecordong, leaving listeners to wonder why Dolly was so depressed. Did she just misplase her Zoloft?
by Anonymous | reply 142 | March 13, 2019 3:46 AM |
I’m her Dad’s sperm that created the beautiful, Dolly.
by Anonymous | reply 143 | March 13, 2019 4:09 AM |
I'm Daddy's workin' boots, and Mama's old black kettle.
by Anonymous | reply 144 | March 13, 2019 5:21 AM |
I'm the second door down.
by Anonymous | reply 145 | March 13, 2019 5:28 AM |
I'm the sexist asshole who thinks Dolly's mistakes are worse than his just because she's a woman.
by Anonymous | reply 146 | March 13, 2019 6:24 AM |
I'm Joshua, who's probably living alone in a shack by the railroad tracks for a reason. (I'm thinking alcoholism, schizophrenia, and a whole plethora of other mental health issues.)
by Anonymous | reply 147 | March 14, 2019 3:13 PM |
I'm Dolly, and I'll just break in here to say:
@DollyParton
Whenever I catch myself getting too nostalgic, well I just think about how heavy the wigs used to be!
by Anonymous | reply 148 | March 24, 2019 3:10 AM |
I came in here looking like that
by Anonymous | reply 149 | March 24, 2019 3:16 AM |
I'm the mirror. Where Beauty Lives In Memory.
by Anonymous | reply 150 | March 24, 2019 3:19 AM |
I'm a golden ray of sunlight, a silver drop of dew, a soft, white floating cloud ailing cross the sky of blue, a yellow dandelion, a retty evergreen, and some red and orange flowers, growing wild along the stream.
by Anonymous | reply 151 | March 24, 2019 3:33 AM |
I'm Glenn Campbell laughing with Dolly about how nobody ever figured out I was singing all her old songs.
by Anonymous | reply 152 | March 24, 2019 3:54 AM |
I’m your old flame that comes back to Haunt your new relationship.
by Anonymous | reply 153 | March 24, 2019 3:54 AM |
I'm the surprisingly honest depiction of female sexuality stated politely and discreetly enough to sneak past the gatekeepers at country radio in 1972 in "Touch Your Woman"
by Anonymous | reply 154 | March 24, 2019 6:45 PM |
And I'm those same "gate keepers", three years later, reading all kinds of supposedly inappropriate implications in the lyrics of "The Bargain Store"
by Anonymous | reply 155 | March 24, 2019 6:49 PM |
I’m the patches on her britches.
by Anonymous | reply 156 | March 24, 2019 8:01 PM |
I'm candy wine (whatever the hell that is) which keeps one equally high as sweet summer loving.
by Anonymous | reply 157 | March 25, 2019 2:24 AM |
I'm promises that will never be.
by Anonymous | reply 158 | March 25, 2019 1:53 PM |
Why r149? Just why. That’s all I want to know.
I’ve seen you. You could stop traffic in a gunny sack!
by Anonymous | reply 159 | March 26, 2019 11:24 AM |
I'm the sweet tea being sipped while a-swingin' on the front porch while the crickets are a-chirping and the katydids are a-singing.
by Anonymous | reply 160 | March 28, 2019 5:00 AM |
I'm the clairvoyant baby the county took, cause my mama wasn't right in mind.
Just because a body's different Well, that don't make 'em mad Well, they've crucified a many For the special gifts they've had
by Anonymous | reply 161 | March 28, 2019 5:11 AM |
I'm the weird blugrassy cover of the Beatles' "Help", that was actually better than you thought it was going to be.
by Anonymous | reply 162 | March 31, 2019 4:33 PM |
I'm the country boy who married last October, after my last sweetheart ran off to New Orleans to work as a call girl.
by Anonymous | reply 163 | March 31, 2019 4:35 PM |
I'm the late John Denver, listening to "Early Morning Breeze" and thinking I could have written that song.
by Anonymous | reply 164 | March 31, 2019 4:38 PM |
I'm not the Dalai Lama.
by Anonymous | reply 165 | March 31, 2019 5:37 PM |