| Cocaine flame in my bloodstream
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| Sold my coat when I hit Spokane
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| Bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes
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| In the early mornin' rainLately my hands they don’t feel like mine
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| My eyes been stung with dust and blind
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| Held you in my arms one time
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| Lost you just the sameJolene, I ain’t about to go straight, it’s too late
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| I found myself face down in a ditch
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| Booze in my hair, blood on my lips
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| A picture of you holding a picture of me
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| In the pocket of my blue jeansStill don’t know what love means
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| Still don’t know what love means
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| Jolene, JoleneBeen so long since I seen your face
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| Felt a part of this human race
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| I’ve been living out of this
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| Here suitcase for way too longMan needs something he can hold onto
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| Nine pound hammer or a woman like you
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| Either one of them things will doJolene, I ain’t about to go straight,
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| it’s too late
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| I found myself face down in a ditch
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| Booze in my hair, blood on my lips
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| A picture of you holding a picture of me
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| In the pocket of my blue jeansStill don’t know what love means
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| Still don’t know what love means
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| Jolene, Jolene, Jolene |