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Introduction “(𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒) 𝐷𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒” 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝐸𝑙𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦, 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑...

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Elvis Presley – Love Me

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Elvis Presley – Burning Love

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Elvis Presley – Baby I Don’t Care

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LORETTA LYNN HAD FOUR CHILDREN BEFORE SHE TURNED TWENTY. NASHVILLE HAD NOT HEARD HER NAME, BUT THE SONGS WERE ALREADY STARTING IN THE KITCHEN. Loretta Webb was fifteen when she married Oliver “Doolittle” Lynn. He was a war veteran from Kentucky. She was a coal miner’s daughter from Butcher Hollow who had barely been away from the hills where she grew up. Not long after the wedding, they left for Custer, Washington — a logging town far from Appalachia, far from Nashville, and far from any place that looked like a music career. Loretta was pregnant with her first child when they arrived. By the time she was twenty, she had four children. There were diapers, laundry, meals, bills, and a small house crowded with the ordinary work of keeping a young family alive. Doolittle worked. Loretta worked at home. Nobody was waiting in Nashville for a woman with four little children and no record deal. Then Doolittle bought her a guitar. It was a seventeen-dollar Sears guitar. Loretta did not know many chords. She learned them one at a time. She played around the house, then at local clubs, then wherever somebody would let her stand near a microphone long enough to prove she could sing. The songs came from the life she already had. They came from women who worked all day and still had to deal with a husband coming home drunk. Women who had babies too young. Women who knew what it felt like to be left behind, talked down to, cheated on, or expected to smile anyway. Loretta did not need Nashville to invent those women for her. She had grown up around them. In 1960, she recorded “I’m a Honky Tonk Girl.” Doolittle helped press the records, mail them, and drive from station to station trying to get disc jockeys to listen. The song became a hit. Then came Nashville. Then “Success.” “You Ain’t Woman Enough.” “Don’t Come Home a-Drinkin’.” “Coal Miner’s Daughter.” But the real beginning was earlier. It was a young mother in Washington State, with four children in the house and a cheap guitar close enough to reach after the work was done.

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