Chorus: Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, I'm beggin' of you, please don't take my man Your beauty is beyond compare, with flamin' locks of auburn hair
Oh John, oh John, oh John Never lose the memory of April twenty-six Your hands designed my body You autographed my hip I lost all my worry I lost
Here I am, a black-eyed bird, remaining silent. I simply watch, your little life from high above. Wanting to call you, wanting to sing, Inside your
How many times did I have to hear you say to me Self obsessed artist Center of your universe Well I believed your every word And I believed you
To the critics and the cynics who don't understand the lyrics To the atheists and the pessimists Wanting company in their darkness You may see me
I'm big and proud all over Not just on the stage My secret self has many sides That laugh and crush and sting I'm red and thick like fire I like
Walking the mountain is easy for the medicine Man who follows makes sure the Indian Never returns His revenge, his revenge Rising His revenge, his
Idiot kitty to New York City Living in a kennel and lookin' big and pretty Meet the munch for business lunch But your feet bleed under the table
Humility on Bleecker Street Exposed my faults until I'm left defeated It's been three years into this relationship This is longer than I ever could
Climbing, climbing, climbing, climbing... Look, at how futile this is, I'm so weak, so fragile, so torn. Going round and round, going inside To
So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar And we'll throw stones until we're dead There you go again you cut me off from talking You bask
She was on the floor, her face was in her mother's arms. She had said that she'd been out late with the boys. Just another evening, like every other
Lost in another world, oh Saturn, Saturn Girl. Far away, ot an infinite world I escape I'm clear and calm, I'm unafraid. Sunless days, in my sheltered
Oh you get me ready in your 56 chevy Why don't we go sit down in the shade Take shelter on my front porch The dandy lion sun scorching, Like a glass
Watch the woman's hands as she cultivates the land, As she plants the seed, as she's on her knees. Watch her fingers smile as she holds the little child
Dead dead dead dead walking down to the road to dead Welcome to the church of me Where they stand in a line in need Of water from my eyes And a song
Des yeux qui font baiser les miens, un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche Voila le portrait, sans retouche, de l'homme auquel j'appartiens Quand il me prend
Where do I put this fire This bright red feeling This tigerlily down my mouth He wants to grow to twenty feet tall CHORUS: I've left bethlehem