Stephanie Quayle's "Drinking With Dolly" is a quiet throwback that still stops time. In paying homage to country's greatest female artists, she strikes a chord within us all, and it's one that needs striking.

"Drinking With Dolly" is sweet, but not saccharine. Quayle pays tribute, but doesn't gush. Maybe it's the singer's honeyed vocals that draw one in so quickly, but more likely it's her gentle longing for a simpler time in history. She puts us in a room with Dolly Parton and Loretta Lynn circa 1970 — who doesn't want to be a fly on that wall?

The song is an unapologetic country song that still fits between any two progressive songs on the radio. Her mood is similar to Miranda Lambert in "Automatic" — she's not complaining, but yearning for touchstones that have been left stacked with vinyl and dusty magazines.

Did You Know?: Stephanie Quayle calls her fans the flock and encourages them to "Flock on!"

Listen to Stephanie Quayle, "Drinking With Dolly" 

Stephanie Quayle Talks About Her Flock

Stephanie Quayle's "Drinking With Dolly" Lyrics:

"Sometimes I think I was born too late / Came into the world in the wrong decade / I swear if I could I'd go back to the good ol' days / Buy me a '69 Cadillac / A Coke in a bottle and a new 8-Track / And sing every word to Harper Valley PTA / Oh, if I could hit rewind."

Chorus:
"I'd go drinking with Dolly after the Opry, pour one for Tammy too / Put on my rhinestones, paint up my nails, kick up my dancing shoes / Hey there Loretta put a quarter in the jukebox, we'll sing along with you / And talk about men because that's what women do."

"Share a few secretes and a cigarette / Say a few things that we might regret / Tell it like it is three chords and the cold hard truth / I bet they'd have a little advice to share / How to tame my man and tack up my hair / Cuz you might as well look good while you're out paying your dues."

"Oh, if I could turn back time."

"Oh, I bet we'd have a real good time ..."

"I'd go drinking with Dolly after the Opry, pour one for Tammy too / Put on my rhinestones, paint up my nails, kick up my dancing shoes / Hey there Loretta put a quarter in the jukebox, we'll sing along with you / We'll raise up a glass and wish Patsy could be here too / And talk about men because that's what women do."