i only play this bar 'cause i know you'll be here   they don't like me, i can tell   everyone except the band looks like a rock star   and everyone except for you can go to hell      jolene, i wish i played the songs that make you dance   cause i know what you mean when you say   we are never anything but free   is there room out on that wire for me?      i've seen the suicides you used to hang with   i know the dirty town you're from   and i watched 'em blow away like ash and charcoal   far below this crazy diamond you've become      you're a stained glass window on a back door screen   you're the things you say and the things you mean   you're a New York doll and a Mississippi queen   and you're each sweet mile between, Jolene