yessh.
cocaine flame in my blood stream
sold my coat when i hit spokane
bought myself a hard pack of cigarette in the early morning rain
lately my hands they dont feel like mine
my eyes been strung with dust and blind
held you in my arms one time
lost you just the same
jolene
i aint about to go straight
its too late
i found myself face down in the ditch
booze in my hair
blood on my lips
a picture of youholding a picture of me in the pocket of my blue jeans
still dont know what love means
still dont kno what love menas
jolene.
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