| She’s raising cattle, she’s raising bars
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| She ain’t got time for the evening stars
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| She gets up at five every morning
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| She’s got a bucket in her hand
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| Spilling poison on the neighbour’s land
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| Always brings a smile to that pretty face
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| She’s gonna put you six feet under
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| She’s gonna put you in the ground
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| She’s gonna make you scream blue thunder
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| That girl will surely put you down
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| In the village, into the church
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| Calls a priest and from her purse
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| Hands him the money, walks away redeemed
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| They close their doors, they close the blinds
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| As she makes her way to Clementine’s
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| We’re the only place that serves her here
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| She’s gonna put you six feet under
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| She’s gonna put you in the ground
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| Somehow I cannot help but wonder
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| When she is gonna put me down
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| Black Jolene, why so mean?
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| Black Jolene, why so mean?
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| Black Jolene, why so mean?
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| Black Jolene, why so mean?
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| Black Jolene, why so mean?
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| Why so mean, why so mean?
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| Black Jolene, Black Jolene
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| Why so mean?
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| Black Jolene, Black Jolene
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| Why so mean, why so mean?
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| Black Jolene, Black Jolene
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| Why so mean? |