Loretta Lynn retired from the music business in the '90s, returning to her home in Nashville to take care of her husband, Oliver Lynn, as he was dying. As it happens, she left the spotlight at a time that was not kind to country legends like herself, as they were exiled from country radio and left with a fraction of their audience. Some tried to adjust to modern radio, some railed against it, and others, like Johnny Cash, retooled their sound and wound up appealing to a younger, hipper audience raised on alternative country. By the time Lynn decided to return to recording in 2000, Cash's path had been followed by other veterans like Merle Haggard, but Loretta turned out a fairly pedestrian comeback on Audium called Still Country, which garnered little attention, but then a funny thing happened. The following year, Detroit garage punk duo the White Stripes dedicated their breakthrough album, White Blood Cells, to Loretta and covered her "Rated X" as a B-side. Word worked its way back to Lynn, and soon she invited Jack and Meg White down to her home and, not long after that, she agreed to cut a new album with Jack as the producer, which wound up being 2004's Van Lear Rose. On paper, this sounds like a strange pairing, yet upon further inspection, it makes sense. Loretta Lynn has always been an independent spirit, taking risks within the confines of Nashville country, yet respecting the rules of Music City. Jack White works much the same way, adhering to traditional American musical conventions yet pushing against their borders, while imposing strict aesthetic rules for each of the White Stripes albums with the intent of giving each its own distinct feel. The brilliance of Van Lear Rose is not just how the two approaches complement each other, but how the record captures the essence of Loretta Lynn's music even as it has flourishes that are distinctly Jack, such as the slide guitar that powers their duet, "Portland Oregon." Upon its release, Lynn claimed that the album is "countrier than anything I've ever cut," which is no doubt a reference to the charmingly ragged, lively feel of Van Lear Rose. Working with a band of kindred garage punkers, including Dave Feeny of the Detroit-based country outfit Blanche, White insisted that Loretta and crew keep to a minimum of takes, preserving the energy and excitement of musicians cutting an album when the music is still fresh to their ears. Often, the classic records she made with Owen Bradley were cut in a handful of takes, but he was producing a fine-tuned machine. White, in contrast, keeps things loose and fresh, as if it was a jam session. The end result is quite different than Lynn's classic hits in terms of production, but the feel is strikingly similar, since White focuses on the essence of her music and subtly shifts his approach according to the demands of a song. If it demands it, he'll lay down some crunching guitar, as he does on the aforementioned "Portland Oregon" and the bluesy stomp "Have Mercy." He keeps things spare and sad on "Miss Being Mrs.," where Loretta is mourning the loss of her husband, and "This Old House" is lean and tattered, appropriate for the uptempo old-timey singalong. Unlike Rick Rubin's productions for Johnny Cash, which were deliberately somber and monochromatic, White's work on Van Lear Rose is multi-textured, with the layers of steel guitars, muffled drums, and echoed guitars lending a dramatic, impressionistic quality to the songs — and unlike Daniel Lanois' productions, it feels organic, not studied. Van Lear Rose also gives equal import to every side of Lynn's persona, so this is equally sad and funny, sacred and secular. On a sheer sonic level, the album is enthralling — it's easy to get lost in the music, and Lynn sings with a vigor that's startling for a woman of 70 — but it's an instant classic because of how that sound is married to set of songs that are among the strongest she's ever had. On her last studio album, she wrote only one song. Here, she's penned all 13 tracks, and there's a sense that these are songs that she needed to get out of her, particularly in a setting as intimate as this. While not all the songs are as explicitly personal as "Miss Being Mrs.," that's for the best, since the variety of styles and types of songs on Van Lear Rose — everything from heartache ballads and country rave-ups to story-songs and gospel — illustrate the depth and range of her writing. These are songs that hold their own with her greatest hits, and while it's unlike anything else she's cut, this is surely one of her great albums.
LORETTA LYNN
VAN LEAR ROSE
Interscope 251302
April 27/2004
Produced by Jack White
Jack White - guitar/piano/organ
Dan John Miller - ac.guitar
Dave Feeny - steel/dobro
Jack Lawrence - bass/percussion
Patrick Keele - drums/percussion
Dirk Powell - banjo/fiddle
1.
VAN LEAR ROSE
(Loretta Lynn - Patsy Lynn)
« © '04 Coal Miners Music, BMI / Thunder Ground Music, ASCAP »
One of my fondest memories
Was sittin' on my daddy's knee
Listenin' to the stories that he told
He'd pull out that old photograph
Like a treasured mem'ry from the past
And say child this here's the Van Lear Rose
Oh how it would bring a smile
When he talked about her big blue eyes
And how her beauty ran down to her soul
She'd walk across the coal miner's yard
Them miner's would yell loud and hard
And they'd dream of who would hold the Van Lear Rose
She was the belle of Johnson County
Ohio river to Big Sandy
A beauty to behold like a diamond in the coal
All the miner's they would gather round
Talk about the man that came to town
Right under their nose stole the heart of the Van Lear Rose
Now the Van Lear Rose could've had her pick
And all the fellers figured rich
Until this poor boy caught her eye
His buddies would all laugh and say
You're dreamin' boy she'll never look your way
You'll never ever hold the Van Lear Rose
She was the belle of Johnson County...
Then one night in mid July
Underneath that ol' blue Kentucky sky
Well that poor boy won that beauty's heart
Then my daddy would look at my mommy and smile
As he brushed the hair back from my eyes
And he'd say your mama she's the Van Lear Rose
She was the belle of Johnson County...
Right under their nose stole the heart of the Van Lear Rose
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2.
PORTLAND OREGON
(Loretta Lynn)
« © '04 Coal Miners Music, BMI »
[ with Jack White ]
Well Portland Oregon and sloe ginfizz
If that ain't love then tell me what is uh huh uh huh
Well I lost my heart it didn't take no time
But that ain't all I lost my mind in Oregon
In a booth in the corner with the lights down low
I was movin' in fast she was takin' it slow uh huh uh huh
Well I looked at him and caught him lookin' at me
I knew right then we were playin' free in Oregon
Next day we knew last night got drunk
But we loved enough for the both of us uh huh uh huh
In the morning when the night had sobered up
It was much too late for the both of us in Oregon
Well sloe ginfizz works might fast
When you drink it by the pitcher and not by the glass uh huh uh huh
Hey bartender before you close
Pour us one more drink and a pitcher to go and a pitcher to go
And a pitcher to go and a pitcher to go
And a pitcher to go and a pitcher to go
And a pitcher to go and a pitcher to go
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3.
TROUBLE ON THE LINE
(Loretta Lynn - Oliver Lynn)
« © '04 Coal Miners Music, BMI / White Line Music, BMI »
I can't understand a word your saying
We've got a bad connection on our minds
Communication's one thing we never seem to find
Oh Lord I'm sorry but there's trouble on the line
All I get is static when we're talking
You say my line is out of order all the time
We have nothing left in common your thoughts are not like mine
Oh Lord I'm sorry but there's trouble on the line
There's trouble on the line from your heart to mine
Oh Lord I'm sorry but we're not gettin' through
[ guitar ]
The storm keeps gettin' worse Lord we might as well quit tryin'
Oh Lord I'm sorry but there's trouble on the line
Oh Lord I'm sorry but there's trouble on the line
The storm keeps gettin' worse Lord we might as well quit tryin'
Oh Lord I'm sorry but there's trouble on the line
Oh Lord I'm sorry but there's trouble on the line
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4.
FAMILY TREE
(Loretta Lynn)
« © '04 Coal Miners Music, BMI »
Woman you don't know me but you can bet that I know you
Everybody in this whole darn town knows you too
I brought along our little babies cause I wanted them to see
The woman that's burning down our family tree
No I didn't come to fight if he was a better man I might
But I wouldn't dirty my hands on trash like you no
Bring out the babies daddy that's who they've come to see
Not the woman thats burning down our family tree
[ fiddle ]
Their daddy once was a good man until he ran into trash like you
Take a look at baby's face and tell me who loves who
I brought along his ol' dog Charlie and the bills that's overdue
The job your workin' Lord we need money too
No I didn't come to fight...
No not the woman thats burning down our family tree
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5.
HAVE MERCY
(Loretta Lynn)
« © '04 Coal Miners Music, BMI »
Have mercy on me baby I'm down upon my knees
Have mercy on me baby I'll do just as you please
Well you know that I love you I'll put noone else above you
Have mercy on me baby have mercy
Have mercy on me baby please have a little heart
Have mercy on me baby you're tearing me apart
The way that you do me you know you done got to me
Have mercy on me baby have mercy
She's got you hypnotized and your brain is paralyzed
You know she's only playing with you
Like a puppet on a string remember just one thing
She can't love you like I do no
Have mercy on me baby please give this heart a break
Have mercy on me baby I'll do just what it takes
You know you won't regret it so hey there now I said it
Have mercy on me baby have mercy
Have mercy have mercy on me
Have mercy on me baby have mercy on me
Have mercy on me baby please have mercy on me
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6.
HIGH ON A MOUNTAIN TOP
(Loretta Lynn - Patsy Lynn)
« © '04 Coal Miners Music, BMI / Thunder Ground Music, ASCAP »
High on a mountain top we live we love and we laugh a lot
Folks up here know what they got high on a mountain top
High on a mountain top where the rest of the world's like a little bitty spot
I ain't comin down no never I'm not high on a mountain top
High on a mountain top
Where I come from the mountain flowers grow wild
The bluegrass sways like it's goin out of style
God fearin' people simple and real
Cause up on the ridge folks that's the deal
Well my daddy worked down in the dark coal mine
Shovelin' that coal one shovel at a time
Never made a lot money din't have much
But we're high on life and rich in love
High on a mountain top...
Well down in the holler lived my uncle Joe
He'd pull out his fiddle and rosin his bow
We'd all sing and dance and we ain't gonna stop
When the moon shine flows behind every rock
High on a mountain top...
Well we lay on our backs and we count the stars
Cause up here folks heaven's not that far
High on a mountain top...
High on a mountain top high on a mountain top
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7.
LITTLE RED SHOES
(Loretta Lynn - John A. White)
« © '04 Coal Miners Music, BMI / Peppermit Stripe Music, BMI »
I was eleven months old I was just starting to walk
And daddy always kept a big stick behind the door
Just in case somebody was to come in that was drunk on moonshine
You know and daddy had to do something about it
Anyway this woman we called her old Aunt Boyd
She come in and she was telling mommy about her
Uh husband she thinks is going out with this woman in Paintsville
So she reared back with that big stick showing mommy
How she was going to hit this woman in the head with it
And when she went back with it she hit me in the head
And mommy said I cried for five days and she said I that fifth night
I had a great big knot that show up right in the middle of my forehead
And you know the only thing I remember
I don't remember no pain but I just remember mommy
And daddy carrying me in this old quilt that mommy had made out of overhalls
The knots kept getting bigger and bigger so she took me to the doctor
And that stuff called mesitor something like that
Mommy said it made both ears flat to my face and I ain't got very big ears
And told Mommy that I would that I was going to die
And that happened like four times so I didn't walk till I was almost five
It was It was kind of a mess
Oh I forgot about the shoes well shoot I hadn't
I'd never had a pair of shoes and mommy had went
Took me to the hospital you know to see what that was
If they couldn't do something
But they wouldn't keep me because mommy and daddy didn't have no money
They just tell 'em to take me home and let me die
you know because there wasn't nothing they could do
About that kind of disease I guess and um mommy told daddy
Says Ted you take her down the street you carry her down the street
And said let me try this store here and mommy went in
And told them the story that I was dying
That she had to carry me twelve miles to town
And twelve miles back and that I had no shoes
That place I think it was Murphy's five and ten
And they're still there in Paintsville Kentucky
And I think that they told mommy that they wasn't in
Business to give shoes away
Mommy told daddy says carry Loretta on down a little farther
Said and let me stop in another store
And mommy went right back to the same store
When the guy's back was turned she stole these little red shoes
And I remember on the big' old bridge that went across the river
It went way up high and was, I've always been scared of that bridge
That took me across the big Sandy River
Mommy pulled them out from under that yellow jacket
That she was wearing and she was putting them red shoes on me.
And I thought them was the prettiest things I ever saw in my life
And daddy started crying and I wondered why
And he said Clerie we're not going to make it home
And mommy put the shoes on me
And daddy took off running and run all the way ahead
To Butcher Holler with me and mommy never had a chance
To carry me any farther and that's almost twelve miles that daddy run with me
But daddy knew that the cops was going to get us
He left mommy standing and he took off in a dead run
I remember him running but I didn't know what for
And I remember asking mommy mommy why is daddy running
I remember her hollering to put your little red shoes away honey when you get home
Ha ha can you believe that
So I wrote a song called Put My Little Red Shoes Away
You know they're my little red shoes and I don't want ‘em to get to be dirty
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8.
GOD MAKES NO MISTAKES
(Loretta Lynn)
« © '04 Coal Miners Music, BMI »
Why, I've heard people say why is this tree bent
Why they don't have God enough to know thats' the way that it was meant
Why is this little baby born all twisted and out of shape
We're not to question what he does God makes no mistakes
Why I've heard people say why is my child blind
Why is that old drunk still livin' when a daddy like mine is dyin'
Our blessed father gives us life has the power to take it away
There's no reason for what he does God makes no mistakes
Why I've heard people say God cannot be alive
And all the things that people say has to be a lie
When they're down and out and they need a hand and their very souls at stake
If they'll call on him and just beleive God makes no mistakes
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9.
9.
WOMEN'S PRISON
(Loretta Lynn - Patsy Lynn)
« © '04 Coal Miners Music, BMI / Thunder Ground Music, ASCAP »
I'm in a womens prison with bars all around
I caught my darling cheatin' that's when I shot him down
I caught him in a honky tonk with a girl I used to know
The door to my cell is open wide and a voice cries out oh no
The judge says I'm guilty my sentence is to die
I know I've been forgiven but the price of love is high
The crowd outside screamin' let that murderer die
But above all their voices I can hear my mama cry
I'm sittin' here on the death row and Lord I've lost my mind
For love I've killed my darling and for love I'll lose my life
I can hear the warden coming from the pinging of his keys
But when they come to get me they'll have to drag me off my knees
The door to my cell swings open it's time for me to go
The priest is reading my last rights he says dyin's part of livin' you know
There's a crowd outside screamin' let that murderer fry
But above all their voices you can hear my mama cry
Now they've strapped me in the chair and covered up my eyes
And the last voice that I hear on earth is my mama's cry
Amazing Grace how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now I'm found was blind but now I see
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10.
THIS OLD HOUSE
(Loretta Lynn)
« © '04 Coal Miners Music, BMI »
Oh if this old house could talk what stories it would tell
It would tell about the good times and the bad times as well
It would tell about the love that lived and died inside these walls
And the sound of little footsteps running up and down the hall
Oh if this old house could talk it would break my heart in two
I couldn't stand to be reminded of all the things we used to do
There's no love in this old house no more so I got it up for sale
Why if this old house could talk what a story it would tell
Oh if this old house could talk I know what it would say
I'm as lonesome as you are and feel more empty everyday
I even miss the babies who built me up to feel this way
Why if this old house could talk Lord I know what it would say
Oh if this old house could talk what a story it would tell
We built this home together and with love we built it well
Take me in your arms and hold me cause we've been apart too long
Why if this old house could talk all it would say is welcome home
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11.
MRS. LEROY BROWN
(Loretta Lynn)
« © '04 Coal Miners Music, BMI »
I've been in and out of every honky tonk in town
And I'm almost drunk from the drinks that I've turned down
Well you told me you'd be happy bouncin' babies on your knee
While I sit at home alone and I've been bouncin' three
Yeah and I'm tired of it too
I'm gonna call myself a long pink limousine
Yeah believe it or not it's the prettiest thing I think I've ever seen
There's a big bar in the corner and a TV on the side
This baby's sixty feet long and forty feet wide
Hey driver pull this car buddy right inside the bar
Take it on back to the big ol' blonde that thinks she's a movie star
I'm gonna grab her by her phony ponytail I'm gonna sling her around and around
When she wakes up she'll know she met up with the mad Mrs Leroy Brown
Well the smoke's so doggone thick you could cut it with a knife
And the music's so loud you can hear the same line twice
Hey Leroy Brown how do you like my big ol' pink limo
I just drawed all your money out of the bank today honey you don't have no mo'
I'm gonna call myself a long pink limousine...
Hey driver pull this car buddy right inside the bar...
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12.
MISS BEING MRS.
(Loretta Lynn - Ann Bruce - Philip Russell)
« © '04 Coal Miners Music, BMI »
I lie here all alone in my bed of memories
I'm dreaming of your sweet kiss oh and how you loved on me
I can almost feel you with me here in this blue moonlight
Oh I miss being Mrs tonight
Like so many other hearts mine wanted to be free
I've been held here every day since you've been away from me
My reflection in the mirror it's such a hurtful sight
Oh I miss being Mrs tonight
Oh I miss being Mrs tonight
Oh and how I love them lovin' arms that once held me so tight
I took off my wedding band and put it on my right hand
I miss being Mrs tonight
[ guitar ]
Oh I miss being Mrs tonight...
Oh I miss being Mrs tonight
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13.
STORY OF MY LIFE
(Loretta Lynn)
« © '04 Coal Miners Music, BMI »
Well here's the story of my life
Listen and I'll tell it twice
Yeah hey yeah hey yeah hey
Well I was borned in ole Kentucky
In them hills where folks are lucky
And it's paradise to me
Well I got a feller right over the hill
If he asks my to marry I know I will
He asked me to marry got kids of four
And I'm tellin' you I don't want no more
Yeah hey yeah hey yeah hey
Doo got me a guitar I wrote me a song
Moved to nashville it wasnt long
Till I was on the Grand Ole Opry
We bought us a mansion on the hill
Livin' big like we were big deals
Scarlet O'Hara Gone With the Wind
I was pregnant again
Oh gee Oh Lord I swear
The babies are comin' in pairs
[ steel ]
Yeah hey yeah hey yeah hey
Well some big shot from Hollywood
Thought a movie about my life would be good
It was a big hit made a big splash
What I wanna know is what happened to the cash
Yeah hey yeah hey yeah hey
Now me and Doo married forty-eight years
Six kids later a lot of laughter and tears
I hafta say that I've been blessed
Not bad for this ole Kentucky girl I guess
Yeah hey yeah hey yeah hey
Yeah hey yeah hey yeah hey
Well here's the story of my life listen and I'll tell it twice
Yeah hey yeah hey yeah hey
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