In 2025 the fondest hopes and dreams of the lovers of hard core, nostril nosed, high lonesome twang will be made true by Dolly promoting Rose into hillbilly stardom.
Rose is better than Dolly ever was. Not only her clear as a ringing bell accent less voice, the inflections, the time, the effortless way she hits every note, is beyond comparison with any other pretty girl singer that ever was, bar none. She can take a flat top acoustic guitar and sit in a chair with work boots, her hair in a bonnet, not one trace of make up, in a granny dress, and outperform any other woman that ever twanged since Jenny Lou Carson, Kitty Wells, June Webb, Patsy Cline, Loretta Lynn, Pretty Miss Norma Jean, Connie Smith, Tammy Wynette, Dolly, Emmylou Harris and Rhonda Vincent all combined.
If she’s promoted and managed at all, she’ll own half of Lancaster County in a few years. This, is entertainment worth a billion dollars.
And AI can’t twang like she twangs.
She doesn’t need to leave Lancaster County, they need to bring the best writers and pickers and back up singers in Nashville to her.
Her husband Ben and some other guy she sings with are talented but no living person can hold up a candle to her talent.
This original song could be number one for months on the pop and country charts, both.