I want the date, I want the cake, I want the flowers I want the ring, I want the fancy bridal shower The meant to be, I want the dream come true I want the bells in that white church ringin' My sister's speech after too much drinkin' Something borrowed, something blue Tin cans tied to the back of a Buick One of these days I just might do it I want the wedding, but I don't wanna be married I won't settle for any Tom, Dick or Harry I wanna pop champagne, I want a dress in white Change my name for just one night I want the wedding, but I don't wanna be married I love my dog, I love my friends, I love my freedom Nobody hoggin' all the covers when I'm sleepin' I'm content all alone at a table for two Yeah there's a five in ten chance some seven years later He's wearin' my dress or sleepin' with the neighbour And I'm stuck with his name in a bad heart-shaped tattoo I'll take the money, honey, and the honeymoon The whole damn thing except "I do" I want the wedding, but I don't wanna be married I won't settle for any Tom, Dick or Harry I wanna pop champagne, I want a dress in white Change my name for just one night I want the wedding, but I don't wanna be married I wanna pop champagne, I want a dress in white Change my name for just one night I want the wedding, but I don't wanna be married I wanna go to heaven, but I don't wanna get buried I want the wedding, but I don't wanna be married, no

I always wanted to do one of these type shits Uh, I had a yellow girl, called her, "Dandelion" She be panty-less, so no panty lines She's from Campbellton, north of county line Steady hands, never let her count the bands, though She fucked me, tryna pluck a couples bucks like a banjo Had a girl that was a artist, she could draw, her name Tracy She always outta line, making Mona Lisa faces And we argue all the time, but we fuck like we crazy She said her favorite thing is face painting I used to have this white shorty, always hanging with the black folk She used to bump Black Thought, I saw her using black soap That's a wack thought, ain't wanna kick her to the curb Until she asked me, can she say the N word? Hey, can I say "nigga" around you? Some nerve I knew a girl from Jersey who use to love Donny Hathaway And she was from Piscataway Her brother pulled a gun on me, she told him "Put the gat away" I was tapping that ass, I'll never forget the Saturday But it don't even matter like D'Angelo and Laur' Hill I had a country girl from Alabama down in Mobile At that time, she had mo' bills than me And she, her, had no time to chill with me I still miss her, I wonder where could she be? Hand me the Fronto leaf Hey, damn bro, I don't think we got no more Alght, let's go to the store Aight nigga, shit, but we driving yo' shit You driving? Young nigga, you don't know nothing 'bout no bitches Listen Now as we smoke and ride and reminisce I'm thinking back to a time when I was Young and dumb with single nigga privileges I had a chick, her name was Loraine, did anything for me On the day she get her hair done, walk in the rain for me Pick Sharika up and stole the car, she wasn't ashamed of me Trapping hard, slept on the floor, and never complained to me My baby went into stores and did her thang for me Even ran from police and got it back on the train for me Lame to me, half of these bitches, laugh at these bitches 'Til the point you go on IG and you can rap for these bitches Not to say I wouldn't tackle these bitches, given the chance If it happened, it was destiny, shit was out of my hands I'm saying... Man... They say karma is constant That means it's just... it's a consistent cycle of... Good and bad Coming and going from every source of... life... Existing on Earth, so... If I fucked a bitch real good back in the day You know what I'm saying? I'm talking like real good and like made her feel, you know Like the woman that it made her into the woman that she is right now Then I'd expect somebody should be Coming to fuck me real good any day now I mean it's karma, right? Shit

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...

We used to go out walkin' hand in hand You told me all the big things you had planned It wasn't long 'till all your dreams came true Success put me in second place with you. You have no time to love me any more Since fame and fortune knocked upon our door Now I spend all my evenings all alone Success had made a failure of our home. --- Instrumental --- If we could share an evening now and then Perhaps we'd find true happiness again You never hold me like you used to do It's funny what success has done to you. You have no time to love me any more Since fame and fortune knocked upon our door Now I spend all my evenings all alone Success has made a failure of our home...

You left me for the bright lights of the town A country boy set out to see the world Remember when those city lights shine down That big old moon shines on your Kentucky girl I swear I love you by the moon above you How bright is it shinin' in your world Some mornings when you wake up all alone Just come on home to your blue Kentucky girl [ Banjo ] Don't wait to bring great riches home to me I need no diamond rings or fancy pearls Just bring yourself you're all I'll ever need That's good enough for this blue Kentucky girl I swear I love you by stars...

I'd rather have Jesus than silver or gold I'd rather be his than have riches untold I'd rather have Jesus than houses or land I'd rather be led by his nail pierced hands Than to be the queen of the best domain and beheld in sin's dreads way I'd rather have Jesus than anything this world affords today [ Steel ] I'd rather have Jesus than men's applause I'd rather be faithful to his dear cause I'd rather have Jesus then world wide things I'd rather be true to his holy name Than to be the queen...

You've come to tell me somethin' You say I ought to know That he don't love me anymore And I'll have to let him go You say you're gonna take him Oh, but I don't think you can 'Cause you ain't woman enough to take my man Women like you, they're a dime a dozen You can buy 'em anywhere For you to get to him, I'd have to move over And I'm gonna stand right here It'll be over my dead body So get out while you can 'Cause you ain't woman enough to take my man Sometimes a man's caught lookin' At things that he don't need He took a second look at you But he's in love with me Well, I don't know where that leaves you Oh, but I know where I stand And you ain't woman enough to take my man Women like you they're a dime a dozen You can buy 'em anywhere For you to get to him, I'd have to move over And I'm gonna stand right here It'll be over my dead body So get out while you can 'Cause you ain't woman enough to take my man No, you ain't woman enough to take my man

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 Mommy 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 Mommy 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 Mommy'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 worked hard 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.