Jolene

This is a story about an old red-headed girl that was trying to steal my husband... - Dolly Parton

A few years ago, I wrote a song called "Susan, I'm Sorry," and it went like this:

Susan, I'm sorry / that your man fell in love with me.
I'm just a girl, you see, / with pretty eyes and a pedigree.

It's a goofy country ditty. I never finished it. It was about being the other woman, only in this case, the other woman and the philandering man fell in love and found happiness. All very sweet and warm-hearted.

When Jolene shuffled on my iPod yesterday, I remembered my song. It's kind of Jolene's response, were Jolene a self-centered yet sincere privileged little brat rather than a vicious man-stealing harpy.