Bollman, it’s a local label, a country label, a label I avoid. So when a like-minded friend of mine recently pulled this 45 aside to listen to I tried to help out by warning “Oh, that label’s gonna be country. You don’t need to listen to that.” Disregarding my pessimism, he dropped the needle anyway. Instantly the room (of fellow record nerds, of course) began to grin. Ilene starts strong with the acid references, sprinkles in a little pot talk and just when you think things couldn’t get anymore ridiculous she expresses interest mainlining a little good ol’ fashion “freedom.” It must’ve been hard to be a teenage square in the late 1960s. But at least in this case Ilene’s conservative southern family values resulted in the coining of a new musical genre: Dallas Drug Country.
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Well damn if that ain’t my little sister who ran away to Dallas to be a hooker drug doer and a wino. I know here trashy voice anywhere. She said she cut a record there but I didn’t believe her cause she was a lyin low life piece of crap to me and my parents.
I think shes dead now. Good to know she did something worthwhile before they ended up throwing dirt on her.