Det är nåt speciellt med Dolly

Denna Dolly Parton!

Kvinnan må se ut som ett "freak" idag men för några år sedan var hon faktiskt ordentligt vacker med sina smilgropar.

Faktum är att hon har en fantastisk röst och när jag hör hennes röst så fylls jag av nostalgi och barndomsminnen.

Jag har såna minnen till Dolly. Många av bilturerna med mamma och husvagnssemestrarna var med temat: Dolly i bilens kassettspelare.

Mamma översatte och förklarade en del texters innebörd, särskilt fastnade jag för den sorgliga "Coat of Many Colors" som handlar om en fattig flicka vars mamma sydde henne en kappa av tygrester. Hon var så stolt över sin kappa men blev retad av sina klasskamrater när hon rak i ryggen och glad över sin kappa träffade dem.
Här i Sverige har det väl legat lite av en "töntstämpel" över Dolly men jag vill nog påstå att hon fått sin revansch. De 18 000 biljetter hon släppte inför sin konsert i Globen sålde slut på en dag. Lika hett var det til hennes konsert i Karlstad.

Jag har just suttit och lyssnat igenom några Dolly-låtar. Jag blir både glad och varm i hjärtat när jag hör hennes vackra stämma.

Dolly är cool och Dolly är kult!
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"Coat of Many Colors"

Back through the years
I go wonderin' once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my momma put the rags to use
There were rags of many colors
Every piece was small
And I didn't have a coat
And it was way down in the fall
Momma sewed the rags together
Sewin' every piece with love
She made my coat of many colors
That I was so proud of
As she sewed, she told a story
From the bible, she had read
About a coat of many colors
Joseph wore and then she said
Perhaps this coat will bring you
Good luck and happiness
And I just couldn't wait to wear it
And momma blessed it with a kiss

Chorus:
My coat of many colors
That my momma made for me
Made only from rags
But I wore it so proudly
Although we had no money
I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

So with patches on my britches
Holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colors
I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing
And making fun of me
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

And oh I couldn't understand it
For I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love
My momma sewed in every stitch
And I told 'em all the story
Momma told me while she sewed
And how my coat of many colors
Was worth more than all their clothes

But they didn't understand it
And I tried to make them see
That one is only poor
Only if they choose to be
Now I know we had no money
But I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me
Made just for me