Cocaine flame in my bloodstream
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Sold my coat when I hit Spokane
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Bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes
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In the early mornin' rain
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Lately my hands they don't feel like mine
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My eyes been stung with dust and blind
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Held you in my arms one time
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Lost you just the same
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Jolene
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Well, I ain't about to go straight, it's too late
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And I found myself face down in the ditch
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Booze in my hair, blood on my lips
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A picture of you holding a picture of me
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In the pocket of my blue jeans
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Still don't know what love means
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Still don't know what love means
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Jolene
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Jolene
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It's been so long since I've seen your face
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Or felt a part of this human race
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I've been living out of this here suitcase
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For way too long
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Man needs something he can hold onto
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Nine pound hammer or a woman like you
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Either one of them things will do
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Jolene
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Well, I ain't about to go straight, it's too late
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And I found myself face down in the ditch
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Booze in my hair, blood on my lips
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A picture of you holding a picture of me
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In the pocket of my blue jeans
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Still don't know what love means
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Still don't know what love means
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Jolene
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Jolene
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Cocaine flame in my bloodstream
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Sold my coat when I hit Spokane
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Jolene
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Zac Brown Band |