Jolene
by Bob Dylan
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Well you´re comin´ down High Street, walkin´ in the sun
You make the dead man rise, and holler she´s the one
Jolene, Jolene
Baby, I am the king and you´re the queen
Well it´s a long old highway, don´t ever end
I´ve got a Saturday night special, I´m back again
I´ll sleep by your door, lay my life on the line
You probably don´t know, but I´m gonna make you mine
Jolene, Jolene
Baby, I am the king and you´re the queen
I keep my hands in my pocket, I´m movin´ along
People think they know, but they´re all wrong
You´re something nice, I´m gonna grab my dice
I can´t say I haven´t paid the price
Jolene, Jolene
Baby I am the king and you´re the queen
Well I found out the hard way, I´ve had my fill
You can´t find somebody with his back to a hill
Those big brown eyes, they set off a spark
When you hold me in your arms things don´t look so dark
Jolene, Jolene
Baby I am the king and you´re the queen
You make the dead man rise, and holler she´s the one
Jolene, Jolene
Baby, I am the king and you´re the queen
Well it´s a long old highway, don´t ever end
I´ve got a Saturday night special, I´m back again
I´ll sleep by your door, lay my life on the line
You probably don´t know, but I´m gonna make you mine
Jolene, Jolene
Baby, I am the king and you´re the queen
I keep my hands in my pocket, I´m movin´ along
People think they know, but they´re all wrong
You´re something nice, I´m gonna grab my dice
I can´t say I haven´t paid the price
Jolene, Jolene
Baby I am the king and you´re the queen
Well I found out the hard way, I´ve had my fill
You can´t find somebody with his back to a hill
Those big brown eyes, they set off a spark
When you hold me in your arms things don´t look so dark
Jolene, Jolene
Baby I am the king and you´re the queen