
In the late 1980s, long after her records and business ventures had earned her hundreds of millions of dollars, Dolly Parton bought back the abandoned two-room cabin in Locust Ridge, Tennessee, that her parents had sold years earlier.
Tucked into the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains in Sevier County, that unpainted wooden house had been home to tobacco sharecropper Robert Lee Parton, his wife Avie Lee Owens, and their twelve children. When Parton was born in 1946, her father paid missionary physician Dr. Robert F. Thomas with a sack of cornmeal for delivering her.
A few years later, the growing family moved onto the subsistence farm at Locust Ridge, living without electricity or indoor plumbing, drawing water from a mountain spring, and sleeping three or four children to a single straw mattress. Those cramped rooms and the front porch overlooking the mountain hollow became Parton’s first songwriting workshop.
When she was seven, she began strumming a homemade instrument strung with an old steel guitar string before her uncle, Bill Owens, gave her a real Martin acoustic guitar at age eight. Before she knew how to write words down on paper, she composed melodies about a corn-cob doll and a blind family dog, while her mother sang traditional British Isles ballads and old-time hymns around the woodstove.
During one freezing East Tennessee winter at Locust Ridge, when the family had no money for new clothes, Avie Lee stitched a small coat for Dolly out of mismatched fabric scraps while telling her daughter the biblical story of Joseph. Classmates mocked the patchwork coat at school, and years later, in 1969, Parton wrote the story down on the back of a dry-cleaning receipt belonging to her duet partner Porter Wagoner, turning that childhood embarrassment into her signature 1971 recording, “Coat of Many Colors.”
Two years after that single reached the top five on the country charts, Parton centered an entire concept album around the Locust Ridge farm. Released by RCA Victor in March 1973, *My Tennessee Mountain Home* featured a photograph of the weathered cabin right on the front cover.
Across its eleven tracks, she documented specific memories of her upbringing, from the front porch swing and the country store to “Dr. Robert F. Thomas,” a tribute to the physician who had delivered her for a bag of cornmeal. She also recorded “Daddy’s Working Boots,” looking straight at the scarred leather footwear her father wore while plowing rocky mountain fields to keep twelve children fed.
Even as her public career grew into Hollywood films, network television, and rhinestone stage gowns, Parton held onto the physical pieces of that mountain life. Describing herself in her books and interviews as a family pack rat, she stored thousands of everyday objects in private warehouses, saving torn clothing, her father’s worn farm tools, and her mother’s chipped dishes.
When she partnered with the Herschend family in 1986 to open her Dollywood theme park in nearby Pigeon Forge, she refused to let set designers build a generic frontier cabin for visitors. Instead, she hired her brother Bobby Parton and his construction crew to construct an exact two-room replica in the park using rough-sawn lumber salvaged from old East Tennessee structures.
Once Bobby finished the timber frame, Avie Lee Parton stepped inside as the interior decorator, arranging authentic family furnishings, hand-stitched quilts, kerosene lamps, and cracked kitchenware so the rooms matched the home she had kept decades earlier. Soon afterward, Parton purchased the original Locust Ridge acreage back into the family and again turned to her brother Bobby to stabilize the aging structure.
Rather than replacing the weathered boards or swapping out her mother’s damaged plates for polished antiques, she kept the original cabin closed to the public and preserved the scratches on her father’s tools and the worn wood of the kitchen table. Decades after leaving Sevier County on a Greyhound bus for Nashville in 1964, she could walk back inside the same two-room Locust Ridge house featured on her 1973 album cover, where her father’s farm tools and her mother’s cracked dishes still rested against the rough mountain timber.