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Jolene Jolene Jolene Jolene,
I'm begging of you, please don't take my man
Jolene Jolene Jolene Jolene,
please don't take him just because you can

your beauty is beyond compare
with flaming locks of auburn hair
ivory skin
and eyes of emerald green

your smile is like a breath of spring
your voice is soft like a summer rain
I cannot compete with you Jolene
he talks about you in his sleep
there's nothing I can do to keep
from crying when he calls your name, Jolene

but I can easily understand
how you could easily take my man
but you don't know what he means to me, Jolene

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now you could have your choice of men
I could never love again
he's the only one for me Jolene
I had to have this talk with you;
my happiness depends on you
and whatever you decide to do, Jolene

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Jolene