Arlene

Arlene, I'm sorry for what I've done
 
 I wasn't looking for love till I saw
 Your red hair in the sun
 What we had could never be love
 That was easy to see
 But when I saw you at Red's pouring coffee
 Something took a hold of me
 Arlene, you wouldn't even let me hold your hand
 
 When I stopped you in the road you just screamed and ran
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 Arlene, you wouldn't even let me hold your hand
 
 When I stopped you in the road you just screamed and ran
 
 That night I decided that I was gonna marry you
 My knife went through your screen door
 And I went away with you
 You were singing "Please let me go"
 All the way down to Miller's cave
 When I picked a stick up off the ground
 You cried "I ain't ready for my grave!"
 Oh, Arlene, in the dark your hair's just as red
 And this long, dark cave will always be our wedding bed.