Jolene

Jolene
 Janis Ian/Jess Leary
 Jimmy sits in his room 'til darkness
 Then he steps on the street
 and she watches and waits at the window,
 aondering who he'll meet
 It's a wasteland of TV dinners
 It's a highway in heat
 and there's nothing but time on the table
 clocking the same old beat
 Jolene steps out like the life of the party
 High class heels and polka dot sleeves
 Wears her hair like a girl in a hurry
 Walking and talking and rocking
 to the beat of the street
 There's a crowd at the park on the corner
 Jimmy rushes to see
 On the ground is a lady in labor
 Jimmy forgets how to breath
 And it's coming too fast for a doctor
 and the traffic's obscene
 and the people are panicked and shouting
 "somebody do something"
 Jolene steps in like the life of the party
 Kicks her heels off, rolls up her sleeves
 Parts that crowd like a girl in a hurry
 Walking and talking and rocking
 to the beat of the street
 And she's smiling, crying
 Doctoring as neat as you please
 People are laughing, clapping
 She gets up off her knees,
 rolling down her sleeves
 Holding up the kid so everybody can see
 Jimmy offers his arm in the silence
 and the night comes alive
 and he drowns in her smile as the sirens
 finally arrive
 There are forms to be filled say the medics
 as they canvas the crowd
 It was dangerous, foolish and reckless
 This kind of thing shouldn't be allowed
 Jolene struts off like the life of the party
 High class heels and polka dot sleeves
 Arm in arm. That's the end of the story
 They're walking and talking
 and they're rocking to the beat of the street