Is it easy? She sang again. No it ain’t. Can I fix it? No I can’t. But I sure ain’t gonna take it lyin’ down - Dolly Parton

Is it easy? She sang to herself. No it ain’t can I fix it? No I can’t

She talked about working around the clock and barely having time to eat, about sweating blood trying to make enough money to pay the band, the production staff, the promoters, the organizers, and the concert spaces, “not to mention forking out a regular four figures on your spangly outfits.” “It’s not a normal way to live,” Ruthanna had said. Tell me more, was all AnnieLee could think.

Is it easy? She sang to herself. No it ain’t can I fix it? No I can’t

Now Momma's done away with the old black kettle she used to cook in when I was just little And the door ain't sprung on her electric range That little old farm and home we had it ain't there no more and that's too bad Folks are doing away with the simple things...