(G)Co caine (C)flame in my (G)blood stream.

Sold my coat when I hit Spo kane.

I bought my self a hard pack of cig a rettes in the ear ly morn ing (G)rain.

Late ly my (C)hands, they don’t feel like mine.

My eyes been stung with (C)dust and blind.

I held you in my arms one time.

I lost you just the (G)same.

Jo lene,

well, I ain’t a bout to go straight.

It’s (C)too late,

and I found my self (C)face down (G)in the ditch, booze in my hair, blood on my lips, a (Em)pic ture of you hold ing a pic ture of me in the (C)pock et of my blue jeans.

Still don’t (D)know what love means.

Still don’t (D)know what love means.

Jo lene.

La la la la la la la.

Jo lene.

La la la la la la la (G)la la la.

It’s been so (C)long since I’ve seen your face or felt a part of this (C)hu man race.

Been liv ing out of this here suit case for way (D)too (G)long.

A man needs (C)some thing he can hold on to; nine pound ham mer or a (C)wom an like you.

Ei ther one of them things will do.

Co caine (C)flame in my (G)blood stream.

Sold my coat when I hit Spo kane.