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The RCA Years 1967–1986
Disc 1
01. The Letter
02. Mule Skinner Blues
03. Put It Off Until Tomorrow
04. My Tennessee Mountain Home
05. In The Good Old Days (When Times Where Bad)
06. Coat of Many Colors
07. My Blue Ridge Mountain Boy
08. Just Because I'm a Woman
09. Jolene
10. Down From Dover
11. The Last One to Touch Me
12. Daddy Come and Get Me
13. My Blue Tears
14. Kentucky Gambler
15. I Will Always Love You
Disc 2
01. The Seeker
02. Love Is Like a Butterfly
03. Touch Your Woman
04. The Bargain Store
05. Making Plans
06. Light of a Clear Blue Morning
07. 9 to 5
08. Appalachian Memories
09. Here You Come Again
10. Single Women
11. Hard Candy Christmas
12. Baby I'm Burning
13. Heartbreaker
14. Islands in the Stream
15. Tennessee Homesick Blues
I know this dress I'm wearing
Doesn't hide the secret I have tried concealing
When he left he promised me he'd be back
By the time it was revealing

The sun behind a cloud just casts the crawling shadow
Over the fields of clover
And time is running out for me
I wish that he would hurry down from Dover

He's been gone so long
When he left the snow was deep upon the ground
And I have seen a spring and summer pass
And now the leaves are turning brown

At any time a tiny face will show itself
'Cause waiting's almost over
But I won't have a name to give it
If he doesn't hurry down from Dover (Dover)

My folks weren't understanding
When they found out they sent me from the homeplace
My daddy said if folks found out
He'd be ashamed to ever show his face

My mama said I was a fool
And she did not believe it when I told her
That everything' would be alright
'Cause soon he would be coming down from Dover (Dover)

I loved him more than anything
And I could not refuse him when he needed me
He was the only one I'd loved
And I just can't believe that he was using me

He couldn't leave me here like this
I know it can't be so, it can't be over
He wouldn't make me go through this so long
Oh, he'll be coming down from Dover (Dover)

My body aches the time is here
It's lonely in this place where I'm a lyin'
Our baby has been born
But something's wrong, it's too still I hear no cryin'

I guess in some strange way she knew
She'd never have a father's arms to hold her
And dying was her way of telling me
He wasn't coming down from Dover (Dover)

From Dover (Dover)
From Dover