No. 23: Linda Ronstadt - Country's Most Powerful Women

About the Song

Linda Ronstadt’s powerful vocals and emotive delivery have made her a beloved figure in the world of rock and pop music. Her 1975 hit song, “You’re No Good,” showcases her ability to convey raw emotion and vulnerability through her music.

The song tells the story of a woman who is coming to terms with the end of a relationship. She sings about her feelings of betrayal and heartbreak, but also her determination to move on. Ronstadt’s voice conveys a range of emotions, from anger and sadness to hope and resilience.

The song’s simple yet poignant lyrics and catchy melody have made it a timeless classic. The song’s message of empowerment and self-love has resonated with audiences for generations.

“You’re No Good” is a testament to Ronstadt’s talent as a singer and songwriter. Her ability to connect with listeners on a deep emotional level is evident in every note. The song’s enduring popularity is a testament to its timeless appeal.

Linda Ronstadt’s “You’re No Good” is a classic rock anthem that continues to inspire and entertain listeners today. Its raw emotion, relatable lyrics, and catchy melody have made it a beloved song for generations. Whether you are a fan of Ronstadt’s music or simply appreciate great songwriting, “You’re No Good” is a track that is sure to leave a lasting impression.Linda Ronstadt on New Doc, #MeToo and Life After Singing

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Lyrics: You’re No Good

Feelin’ better, now that we’re through
Feelin’ better, cause I’m over you
I’ve learned my lesson, it left a scar
Now I see how you really areYou’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good
Baby, you’re no good (I’m gonna say it again)
You’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good
Baby, you’re no goodI broke a heart, that’s gentle and true
Well, I broke a heart over someone like you
I’ll beg his forgiveness on bended knee
I wouldn’t blame him if he said to meYou’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good
Baby, you’re no good (I’m gonna say it again)
You’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good
Baby, you’re no good[Musical Interlude]I’m telling you now baby, that I’m goin’ my way
Forget about me baby, ’cause I’m leaving this day

You’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good
Baby, you’re no good (I’m gonna say it again)
You’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good
Baby, you’re no good
Oh, oh, no
You’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good
Baby, you’re no good

 

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