I bought myself a hot pack of cigarettes in the early morning rainLately my hands, they don't feel like mine My eyes have been stung with dust and flourHeld you in my arms one time Lost you just the sameJolene, I ain't about to go astray It's too lateYeah, I found myself a hot pack of cigarettes in the early morning rainI left face down in the ditch Blood on my face, dirt on my lipsWith a picture of you, holding a picture of me In a pocket of my blue jeansStill don't know what love means Still don't know what love meansJoleneJoleneJoleneBeen so long since I seen your faceI felt a part of the human raceI've been living out of his suitcaseFor way too longA man needs something he can hold on toA nine-pound hammer or a woman like herEither one of them old things will doOh, yeahJoleneI ain't about to go astray It's too lateI found myself face down in a ditch Booze in my hairBlood on my lips With a picture of you, holding a picture of meIn a pocket of my blue jeansStill don't know what love meansStill don't know what love meansJoleneJoleneJoleneLa la la la, la la la JoleneLa la la la, la la JoleneLa la la la, la la JoleneLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, laA cocaine flame in my bloodstreamSoared my coal when I hit SpokaneI bought myself a hard-packed cigaretteIn the early morning rain