A little Dolly tribute, and a little bit of my way of processing things.
It’s written for the working people she never stopped writing about — the long shifts,
the thin margins, and the quiet dignity that runs underneath her whole catalog. A Tennessee daughter
made the punch clock sing, and this one tries to sit in that same room.
Folk rather than country, closer to the front-porch end of her range than the Nashville end.
Lyrics
“I Know This Road”
Lyrics by Dane DeValcourt
Two logos shook hands in a room I'll never see
Turned a billion-dollar promise into boxes at my feet
Said, "Nothing here is changing," then they circled me in red
Move across the country—or move on instead
They dressed it up in language 'bout opportunity
Like tearing up a life is mobility
Move everything just to buy another round
Till the next "efficiency" runs me out of town
They call it a choice when both doors cost
One takes my paycheck
One takes what can't be bought
But I know this road
I know where it goes
Loyalty runs uphill
Consequences roll
You preach "we're family"
When there's something that you need
But when family needs you back
We're just numbers on a sheet
You call it a choice
Hell, we both know
You already chose for me
Yeah, I know this road
I gave you after-hours, holidays, and sleep
Made your emergency a promise I would keep
Answered every message, carried every load
While the ones who made the mess ate dinner back at home
"We're all in this together"
Till the numbers come up short
Then we just become headcount
And families don't make the report
But I know this road
I know where it goes
Loyalty runs uphill
Consequences roll
You preach "we're family"
When there's something that you need
But when family needs you back
We're just numbers on a sheet
You call it a choice
Hell, we both know
You already chose for me
Yeah, I know this road
A Tennessee daughter made the punch clock sing
Put rhinestones on rebellion and a backbone in the beat
She smiled like Sunday morning, told the truth like dynamite
And every working hand still knows she damn well had it right
I won't uproot my whole life
To prove I'm loyal to you
You wouldn't do it for me
So don't ask me to do it for you
That isn't a choice
That's a threat with a benefits package
And I know this road
But I choose where it goes
Loyalty's a two-way street
Not a debt I owe
Keep your relocation
Keep your company line
You can choose what's best for you
And I'll choose what's best for mine
You thought you made the choice for me
You only made me free
Now the road belongs to me
Nine to five was never just a song
And all these years later
She's still not wrong
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