Your Dolly by Catherine Savage

lyrics:
He had never been to Dollywood,
So I said we should go
I picked a day when Pete was engaged otherwise.

Now, together at the ticket booth,
we’re alone for the first time
and he’s halfway handsome, with his lazy eye.

Ooh, for all my sins,
I love him.
Ooh, for all my sins,
I love him.

“Can we go into Dolly’s house?”
His face is a little boy’s
I could bottle up that joy and drink it down like juice.

A sack of flour by the stove,
And newspaper on the walls
The tour is short; her cabin’s only three rooms.

Ooh, that boyish grin,
I love him.
Ooh, for all my sins,
I love him.

After the tour, he peers, detached:
His researcher’s mask is on
And he asks if I grew up in a place like that.

“No, Professor, as I recall,”
I say in a southern drawl,
“we even had ekel-tricity and all that.”

At least he’s quick to apologize,
Or maybe just justify:
“I just think you’re funny like her, that’s why.”

“You mean I’ve got her tits?” I say,
And his lazy eye meets mine.
“Of course,” he says, “You dress much more refined.”

Ooh, for all his sins,
I love him.
Ooh, for my sins,
I still love him.

You could take me home
Love me
You could take me home
I want you to see me
And take me home
Love me
Just take me home
Tell me you see me
And take me home
Love me
Just take me home
I know you don’t see me,
But take me home
I’ll be your dolly.

• Alternative
• alternative rock
• indie folk
• jazz-folk
• singer-songwriter
• Baltimore