Bob Dylan - Jolene Lyrics

Well, you’re coming down high street walking in the sun
You make a dead man rise, and holler ‘She's the one!’ 
Jolene , Jolene 
Baby I am the king and you're the queen 

Well it’s a long old highway that don’t ever end 
I got a Saturday Night Special, I’m back again 
I’ll sleep by your door, lay my life on the line 
You probably don’t know but I’m gonna make you mine 
Jolene, Jolene 
Baby I am the King and you are the Queen 

I keep my hands in my pocket, I’m movin’ along 
People think they know, but they’re all wrong 
You're something nice, I’m gonna bet my dice 
I can’t say I haven’t paid the price 
Jolene, Jolene 
Baby I am the King and you is the Queen 

Well I found out the hard way, I’ve had my fill 
You can’t fight somebody with his back to a hill 
Those big brown eyes, they set up a spark 
When you hold me in your arms, things don’t look so dark 
Jolene, Jolene 
Baby I am the King and you're the Queen