Greatest Hits Volume III: I'm A Survivor

Greatest Hits Volume III: I'm a Survivor is the third greatest hits compilation released by Reba McEntire. Released in 2001, it featured 12 of her hits from the 1990s plus three new songs. The lead single, "I'm a Survivor", peaked at number 4 on the Hot Country Songs charts. It was followed by a cover of Kenny Rogers' 1977 single "Sweet Music Man", which McEntire took to number 36 on the country music charts.

The album debuted at number 1 on the Billboard Country Albums chart and #19 on the Billboard 200 for the week of November 10, 2001 selling 147,000 copies in its first week of release. It stayed in the Top Ten for 8 weeks.

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