Jolene
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Joleneyou please don’t take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don’t take him just because you can
I’m begging of Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair With ivory skin and eyes of emerald greenYour smile is like a breath of springYour voice is soft like summer rain And I cannot compete with you Jolene
He talks about you in his sleep And there’s nothing I can do to keep From crying when he calls your name Jolene
And I can easily understandyou could easily take my man But you don’t know what he means to me Jolene
How
I’m begging of
I’m begging of