| Cocaine flame in my bloodstream
|
| Sold my coat when I hit Spokane
|
| Bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes
|
| In the early morning rain
|
| Lately, my hands they don’t feel like mine
|
| My eyes been stung with dust, I’m blind
|
| Held you in my arms one time
|
| Lost you just the same
|
| Jolene
|
| I ain’t about to go straight
|
| It’s too late
|
| I found myself face-down in a ditch
|
| Booze on my hair, blood on my lips
|
| A picture of you, holding a picture of me
|
| In the pocket of my blue jeans
|
| Still don’t know what love means
|
| Still don’t know what love means
|
| Jolene
|
| Ah, la, la, la, la, la
|
| Jolene
|
| Been so long since I seen your face
|
| Or felt a part of this human race
|
| I’ve been living out of this here suitcase for way too long
|
| A man needs something he can hold onto
|
| Nine-pound hammer or a woman like you
|
| Either one of them things will do
|
| Jolene
|
| I ain’t about to go straight
|
| It’s too late
|
| I found myself face down in a ditch
|
| Booze in my hair, blood on my lips
|
| A picture of you, holding a picture of me
|
| In the pocket of my blue jeans
|
| Still don’t know what love means
|
| Still don’t know what love means
|
| Jolene
|
| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
|
| Jolene
|
| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
|
| Jolene |