[Spoken:] This is the first letter that I wrote back home to Momma and Daddy a few days after I'd moved to Nashville: June 2, 1964 Nashville, Tennessee
was sitting at his table one day Writing a letter to pass time away His little granddaughter climbed up on his knee Saying won't you please write a letter
I'm not the kind of girl that married 'Dear Dad' I don't bake apple pies and cookies from scratch I'm not even handy with a needle or thread But you'll
I'm not the kind of girl that married dear dad I don't bake apple pies and cookies from scratch I'm not even handy with a needle or thread But you'll
Превод: Партън, Dolly. Ще направя Вашето легло.