Oh well, I love you, pretty baby You're the only love I've ever known Just as long as you stay with me The whole world is my throne Beyond here lies
Well, I'm looking the world over Looking far off into the east And I see my baby coming She's walking with the village priest I feel a change comin'
Well, you're comin' down High Street walkin' 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
Forgetful heart, lost your power of recall Every little detail, you don't remember at all The times we knew Who would remember better than you? Forgetful
I get the blues for you baby when I look up at the sun I get the blues for you baby when I look up at the sun Come back here we can have some real fun
Well, I didn't come here to deal with a doggone thing I just came here to hear the drummer's cymbal ring There ain't no way you can put me down I just
If you ever go to Houston better walk right Keep your hands in your pockets and your gun belt tight You'll be askin' for trouble if you're lookin' for
Talk about me babe if you must Throw out the dirt, pile on the dust I'd do the same thing if I could You know what they say, they say it's all good All
How long can I stay in this nowhere cafe 'Fore night turns into day I wonder why I'm so frightened of dawn All I have and all I know Is this dream of
The evening winds are still I've lost the way and will Can't tell you where they went I just know what they meant I'm always on my guard Admitting life
Well, a young marriage vow, you know, it's very sacred the man Put us together, now, you wanna make it stick together Come on, come on stick together
Well, a young marriage vow, you know, it's very sacred The man put us together, now, you wanna make it Stick together Come on, come on, stick together
Översättning: Dylan, Bob. Låt oss Stick Tillsammans.
: Well I didn't come here to deal with a doggone thing I just came here to hear the drop of cymbaline There ain't no way you can put me down I just wanna
: If you ever go to Houston better walk right Keep your hands in your pockets and your gun-belts tied If you're asking for drama, if you're looking for
: Last your power of recall Every little detail You don't need me to let out The times we knew Who will remember better than you Forgetful heart We
: 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'