| Little Jolena, a dark haired darlin'
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| Skin of ivory, angel eyes
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| Every man in Louisiana wanted her sweet love
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| But she swore on the Bible, she was all mine
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| Hey little did I know, she was wild as the bayou
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| Catch a man on a cane pole, hang his heart on the line
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| I thought I could hold her, me oh my oh
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| Little did I know, she had bigger fish to fry
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| My brother tried to warn me, Mama she scorned me
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| My friends all told me, I was under her spell
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| But I wouldn’t listen, I was lovesick
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| Without Jolena life would be a living hell
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| Hey little did I know, she was wild as the bayou
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| Catch a man on a cane pole, hang his heart on the line
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| I thought I could hold her, me oh my oh
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| Little did I know, she had bigger fish to fry
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| At the church in the Wildwood standin' at the alter
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| Little Jolena never showed
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| I heard later on she left with a dandy
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| And headed down to Mexico
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| Hey little did I know, she was wild as the bayou
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| Catch a man on a cane pole, hang his heart on the line
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| I thought I could hold her, me oh my oh
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| Little did I know, she had bigger fish to fry
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| Hey little did I know, she had bigger fish to fry |