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Dolly Parton & Kenny Rogers – Real Love

Real Love (Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers song) - Wikipedia

Introduction:

Country music has a rich history of storytelling through song, and in 1985, two iconic voices joined forces to deliver a powerful ballad about the enduring strength of true love. “Real Love,” a duet by Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers, became an instant classic, topping the U.S. country charts and solidifying their places as country music royalty.

Parton, known for her flamboyant personality, powerful vocals, and songwriting prowess, had already established herself as a major force in country music by the mid-1980s. Rogers, with his smooth baritone and charisma, had enjoyed a successful solo career that crossed over to pop audiences. Their individual talents were undeniable, but when they came together for “Real Love,” something truly magical happened.

The song, written by David Malloy, Richard “Spady” Brannan, and Randy McCormick, is a testament to the enduring power of love that withstands challenges. The lyrics speak of trust, faith, and the unwavering commitment that defines a lasting relationship. Lines like “They say that it’s a matter of trusting/ Before love has a chance to begin” and “We’ve had our nights/ We’ve had our share of fights/ But we’ve never thought of giving it up” paint a picture of a love that’s weathered storms but emerged stronger.

Produced by David Malloy, “Real Love” wasn’t just a hit song; it was a cultural phenomenon. The duet became the title track for Parton’s twenty-seventh solo studio album, released in January 1985. The song’s success transcended genre lines, appealing to a broad audience with its relatable message and the undeniable chemistry between Parton and Rogers. Their on-stage performances of “Real Love” were electrifying, further solidifying the song’s place in country music history.

“Real Love” wasn’t just a chart-topping single; it also received critical acclaim. The song’s success helped solidify the careers of both Parton and Rogers, showcasing their individual talents and their undeniable magic as a duet. “Real Love” continues to be a beloved classic, a staple on country radio stations, and a go-to choice for weddings and romantic occasions. It serves as a timeless reminder that true love, built on trust, commitment, and perseverance, can conquer all.

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Lyrics:

They say that it’s a matter of trustingBefore love has a chance to beginAnd it’s never simple, faithless hearts can crippleAnd only a strong love survives
I know they say that it’s such a fine lineBetween giving up and giving inAh, but once your heart’s been in it, you just can’t forget itIt’s like nothing that you’ve felt in your life
We got real love, not infatuationReal love, our hearts’ celebrationI love you (you know I love you too)Real love, not an imitationReal love, you’re my destinationBaby, you and me, we got everything we need
You are such a part of my lifeThat I can’t remember me without youAnd we’ve had our nights, we’ve had our share of fightsBut we never thought of givin’ it up
Oh, you and I, we must be dreamers‘Cause we’re makin’ all our dreams come trueI could spend my life just holding you so tightAnd never ever get enough
We got real love, not infatuationReal love, our hearts’ celebrationI love you (you know I love you too)We got real love, not an imitationReal love, you’re my destinationBaby, you and me, we got everything we needWe got real love
We got real love, not infatuationReal love, our hearts’ celebrationI love you (you know I love you too)Real love, not an imitationReal love, you’re my destinationBaby, you and me, we got everything we need
We got real love, not infatuationReal love, our hearts’ celebrationI love you (you know I love you too)We got real love, not an imitationReal love, you’re my destination…

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