Cocaine flame in my bloodstream
Sold my coat when I hit Spokane
I bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes
In the early mornin' rain
Lately, my hands they don't feel like mine
My eyes have been stung with dust, I'm blind
Held you in my arms one time
I lost you just the same
Jolene, I ain't about to go straight
It's too late
Yeah I found myself face-down in a ditch
Blood on my face, dirt on my lips
With a picture of you holdin' 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
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Jolene
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Been so long since I seen your face
And felt a part of the human race
I've been livin' out of this here suitcase
For way too long
A man needs somethin' he can hold onto
A nine-pound hammer or a woman like you
Either one of them old things will do
Oh yeah
Jolene, I ain't about to go straight
Yeah it's too late
Sold my coat when I hit Spokane
I bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes
In the early mornin' rain
Lately, my hands they don't feel like mine
My eyes have been stung with dust, I'm blind
Held you in my arms one time
I lost you just the same
Jolene, I ain't about to go straight
It's too late
Yeah I found myself face-down in a ditch
Blood on my face, dirt on my lips
With a picture of you holdin' 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
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Jolene
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Been so long since I seen your face
And felt a part of the human race
I've been livin' out of this here suitcase
For way too long
A man needs somethin' he can hold onto
A nine-pound hammer or a woman like you
Either one of them old things will do
Oh yeah
Jolene, I ain't about to go straight
Yeah it's too late
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