My dad named me that before anybody knew anything about the other Loretta Lynn. She hadn't even put a record out yet. — Lorrie Morgan Copy Share Image
“That night after supper, Loretta sat by the fire, using an overturned bucket as a stool, a mug of gritty coffee cupped in her palms, her gaze fixed sightlessly on the shifting flames. The other women around the fire spoke… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
