sometimes life gets away from
you.
ya know.
like when you are moving into
a lovely
new house with beautiful hardwood floors
and that lovely house has a
lot of work that needs done
and you are planning a trip
to the phillipines, and korea,
and one to key west, and the grand
cayman islands,
oh and Jamaica.
and you work.
errr day
and you have an incredibly
good looking husband who
you are happy to procrastinate everything
with and
go to a fiona apple concert.
grab drinks and fly fish the
river.
walk to the park and play frisbee with
for hours.
race bikes through the pitchblacknight.
read long books as he play jolene on the
guitar.
oh and the dog.
i inhale too much coffee.
jolene
cocaine flame in my bloodstream
sold my coat when i hit spokane
bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes
in the early morning rain
lately my hands they don't feel like mine
my eyes been stung with dust and blind
held you in my arms one time
lost you just the same
jolene
well i ain't about to go straight
it's too late
i found myself face down in a ditch
booze in my hair
blood on my lips
a picture of you holding a picture of me
in the pocket of my blue jeans
still don't know what love means
still don't know what love means
jolene la la la la la la la
jolene la la la la la la la
la la la
it's been so long since i seen your face
or felt a part of this human race
been living out of this here suitcase for way too long
a man needs something he can hold onto
a nine pound hammer or a woman like you
either one of them things will do
jolene
well i ain't about to go straight
it's too late
i found myself face down in a ditch
booze in my hair
blood on my lips
a picture of you holding a picture of me
in the pocket of my blue jeans
still don't know what love means
still don't know what love means
jolene la la la la la la la
jolene la la la la la la la
la la la
cocaine flame in my bloodstream
sold my coat when i hit Spokane
sold my coat when i hit spokane
bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes
in the early morning rain
lately my hands they don't feel like mine
my eyes been stung with dust and blind
held you in my arms one time
lost you just the same
jolene
well i ain't about to go straight
it's too late
i found myself face down in a ditch
booze in my hair
blood on my lips
a picture of you holding a picture of me
in the pocket of my blue jeans
still don't know what love means
still don't know what love means
jolene la la la la la la la
jolene la la la la la la la
la la la
it's been so long since i seen your face
or felt a part of this human race
been living out of this here suitcase for way too long
a man needs something he can hold onto
a nine pound hammer or a woman like you
either one of them things will do
jolene
well i ain't about to go straight
it's too late
i found myself face down in a ditch
booze in my hair
blood on my lips
a picture of you holding a picture of me
in the pocket of my blue jeans
still don't know what love means
still don't know what love means
jolene la la la la la la la
jolene la la la la la la la
la la la
cocaine flame in my bloodstream
sold my coat when i hit Spokane
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