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Jolene

Höfundur lags: Ray Lamontagne Höfundur texta: Ray Lamontagne Flytjandi: Ray Lamontagne Sent inn af: joningi
[G]    [C]    [C/D]    [C]    [G]    [C]    
[G]cocaine [C]flame in my [G]bloodstream
sold my coat when I [C]hit spokane[C/D]    
[C]bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes
in the early mornin' rain[G]    [C]    

[G]lately my hands, they don't feel like mine
my eyes been stung with [C]dust and blinds[C/D]    
[C]held you in my arms one time
lost you just the [G]same

[Em]Jolene[G]    
[C]I ain't [Em/C]about      [D]to go
[Em]straight[G]    
[C]it's too late
I [G]found myself [C]face down [G]in the ditch
[D]booze in my hair, blood on my lips
[C]picture of you holding a picture of me
in the pocket of my blue jeans[G]    

[Em]still don't [G]know what lo[C]ve means[C]    [C/D]    
[Em]still don't [G]know what lo[C]ve means[Em/C]    [Am]    
[C]    [Em/C]    [Am]    

Jolene[G]    
la la la[C] la [Em/C]la la la[Am]    
Jolene[G]    [C]    [C/D]    [C]    [G]    [C]    
[G]    [C]    [C/D]    [C]    [G]    [C]    

[G]been so long since I've seen your face
or felt a part of this[C] human race
I've been livin out of this here suitcase
for way too long[G]    [C]    

[G]man needs something he can hold on to
nine pound hammer or a [C]woman like you
either one of them things will do [C]    [G]    

[Em]Jolene[G]    
[C]I ain't [Em/C]about      [D]to go
[Em]straight[G]    
[C]it's too late
I [G]found myself [C]face down [G]in the ditch
[D]booze in my hair, blood on my lips
[C]picture of you holding a picture of me
in the pocket of my blue jeans[G]    

[Em]still don't [G]know what lo[C]ve means[C]    [C/D]    
[Em]still don't [G]know what lo[C]ve means[Em/C]    [Am]    
[C]    [Em/C]    [Am]    

Jolene[G]    
la la la[C] la [Em/C]la la la[Am]    
Jolene[G]    
la la la[C] la [Em/C]la la la[Am]    
Jolene[G]    [C]    [C/D]    [C]    [G]    [C]    
[G]    [C]    [C/D]    [C]    [G]    [C]    


cocaine flame in my bloodstream
sold my coat when I hit spokane
bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes
in the early mornin' rain

lately my hands, they don't feel like mine
my eyes been stung with dust and blinds
held you in my arms one time
lost you just the same

Jolene
I ain't about to go
straight
it's too late
I found myself face down in the ditch
booze in my hair, blood on my lips
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

been so long since I've seen your face
or felt a part of this human race
I've been livin out of this here suitcase
for way too long

man needs something he can hold on to
nine pound hammer or a woman like you
either one of them things will do

Jolene
I ain't about to go
straight
it's too late
I found myself face down in the ditch
booze in my hair, blood on my lips
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
Jolene

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