Lyrics

[Chorus]
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
You venom-lipped siren, don’t you dare touch what’s mine
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Better run, sugar, before the blood and whiskey intertwine

[Verse 1]
You’re a midnight sin in a backless dress,
Auburn wildfire, hips that confess
Every man’s dirty secret, every woman’s worst fear—
But baby, you picked the wrong bed to crawl near
You’re a snake with a tongue dipped in honey and venom,
But I’m the queen bee—stinger loaded, hellbent to send ‘em

He moans your name, clawing sheets in his sleep,
While I plot revenge, where the shadows run deep
I taste your perfume—cheap gin and lust—
On his skin, and my patience turns to dust
Lipstick stains, your mark of shame—
Crimson proof you’re playing a dangerous game

[Chorus]
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
You play with fire, but I’m the inferno
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
You’ll learn the outlaw gospel, you’ll beg for mercy slow

[Verse 2]
You could ride any cowboy, break any heart,
But you chose my man just to tear me apart
You think you’re untouchable, a goddess in heat—
But there’s a bounty on your beauty, and vengeance is sweet

Listen up, you homewrecking queen of the dive,
South Georgia’s got rules, and you won’t survive
Old friends roll in, black leather and steel—
Doc and Duck, legends with a taste for the kill

[Bridge: Doc & Duck’s Oath]
Doc’s got knuckles that’ll paint you black and blue,
Duck’s got a rope—he knows just what to do
They don’t fall for pretty faces or crocodile tears,
They’ll drag you by your hair, feed on your fears

[Breakdown]
You’ll pay for every moan, every lie, every scream,
For every night I heard my man whisper your name in a fever dream
Doc and Duck don’t play, they don’t ask why—
They’ll leave you naked in shame, under that outlaw sky
From that old oak, where the Spanish moss hangs,
You’ll swing for your sins, feel the bite of my fangs

[Final Chorus]
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
You thought you’d win, but you’re just another notch
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
You crossed a wild woman—now Doc and Duck are on watch

[Outro]
So run, Jolene, run—
But you can’t outrun the outlaw sun
In South Georgia, we settle scores with lust and lead
And you’ll haunt these woods, wishing you’d never left my bed