Jolene

Well Jolene unlocked the thick breezeway door
 Like she'd done one hundred times before
 Jolene smoothed her dark hair in the mirror
 She folded the towel carefully and put it back in place
 Yeah I want to pull you down into bed
 
 I want to cast your face in lead
 Oh, yeah
 All right, now
 Well every time I pull you close
 Push my face into your hair
 Cream rinse and tobacco smoke
 That sickly scent is always, always there
 Yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah
 Yeah
 Jolene heard her father's uneven snores
 Right then she knew there must be something more
 Jolene heard the singing in the forest
 She opened the door quietly and stepped into the night
 Yeah I want to throw you out into space
 
 I want to do whatever it takes, takes, takes
 Well every time I pull you close
 Push my face into your hair
 Cream rinse and tobacco smoke
 That sickly scent is always, always there
 Yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah
 Yeah, oh guitar