Jolene

A cocaine flame in my bloodstream

I sold my coal on ice for cane

I bought myself a hot pack of cigarettes

In the early morning rain

Lately my hands, they don't feel like mine

My eyes been stung with dust and blind

I held you in my arms one time

Lost you just the same

Don't lean

I ain't about to go straight

It's too late

Well I find myself face down in a ditch

Wounds in my head and blood on my lips

Picture you holding a picture of me

In the pocket of my blue jeans

I still don't know what love means

I still don't know what love means

Yeah

Jolie

La la la la la

It's been so long since I've 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 on to A nine pound hammer or a woman like you

Either one of them things will do, yeah

Jolene, I ain't about to go straight

It's too late, well I found myself face down in a ditch

Booze in my hair, blood on my lips

Picture you holding a picture of me

In the pocket of my blue jeans

I still don't know what love means

I still don't know what love means

Yeah

Jolie

La la la la la la

Yeah

Jolene, oh, Jolene, hey, Jolene