Black Jolene - Douwe Bob

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 purse

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?