I bought myself a hot pack of cigarettes in the early morning rain
Lately my hands, they don't feel like mine My eyes have been stung with dust and flour
Held you in my arms one time Lost you just the same
Jolene, I ain't about to go astray It's too late
Yeah, I found myself a hot pack of cigarettes in the early morning rain
I left face down in the ditch Blood on my face, dirt on my lips
With a picture of you, holding a picture of me In a pocket of my blue jeans
Still don't know what love means Still don't know what love means
Jolene

Jolene
Jolene
Been so long since I seen your face
I felt a part of the human race
I've been living out of his suitcase
For way too long
A man needs something he can hold on to
A nine-pound hammer or a woman like her
Either one of them old things will do
Oh, yeah
Jolene
I ain't about to go astray It's too late
I found myself face down in a ditch Booze in my hair
Blood on my lips With a picture of you, holding a picture of me
In a pocket of my blue jeans
Still don't know what love means
Still don't know what love means
Jolene
Jolene
Jolene
La la la la, la la la Jolene

La la la la, la la Jolene
La la la la, la la Jolene
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
A cocaine flame in my bloodstream
Soared my coal when I hit Spokane
I bought myself a hard-packed cigarette
In the early morning rain