Black Jolene
DOUWE BOB · Fool Bar 2016 · Track 11 of 13
Written by Douwe Bob, Jeroen Overman, Matthijs van Duijvenbode
She's raising cattle, she's raising bars She ain't got time for the evening stars She gets up at five every morning She's got a bucket in her hand Spilling poison on the neighbour's land Always brings a smile to that pretty face
She's gonna put you six feet under She's gonna put you in the ground She's gonna make you scream blue thunder That girl will surely put you down
In the village, into the church Calls a priest and from her curse Hands him the money, walks away redeemed They close their doors, they close the blinds As she makes her way to Clementine's We're the only place that serves her here
She's gonna put you six feet under She's gonna put you in the ground Somehow I cannot help but wonder When she is gonna put me down
Black Jolene, why so mean? Black Jolene, why so mean? Black Jolene, why so mean? Black Jolene, why so mean? Black Jolene, why so mean? Why so mean, why so mean? Black Jolene, Black Jolene Why so mean? Black Jolene, Black Jolene Why so mean, why so mean? Black Jolene, Black Jolene Why so mean?