There were three broad types of country music played in my house growing up. My dad's country music - Johnny Cash, Merle Haggard, the outlaw/working man's stuff, the stuff we all mostly liked - Jo Dee Messina, Alan Jackson, the pop country stuff, and then my mom's country music - women singing songs about the most depressing and terrible things I'd ever heard of at the age of eight, which I'd sigh and slouch and complain about being subjected to and usually told to "LISTEN to it" and "listen to the words" and this was supposed to make me realize something. I don't mean to give my child self too much credit, but it usually just seemed like the words were supposed to be about loving someone who beat the hell out of you two songs ago and I didn't like it. I like Dolly Parton overall but this album has never been particularly enjoyable to me.