Misc Your Songs - Eldritch - jolene

Jo^Amlene, Jo^Clene, Jo^Glene, Jo^Amlene I'm b^Gegging of you, please don't take my^Am man Jo^Amlene, Jo^Clene, Jo^Glene, J^Amolene Ple^Gase don't take him j^Emust because you^Am can

Her bea^Amuty is bey^Cond compare With fl^Gaming locks of au^Amburn hair With iv^Gory skin and e^Emyes of emerald g^Amreen The clo^Amser that you ^Cget to her The ^Gmore those edges ^Amseem to blur To some^Gthing you can ^Emonly call Jol^Amene Her ^Amvoice is soft like ^Csiren song But ^Gwhen she smiles, there’s ^Amsomething wrong God ^Gcan’t protect us ^Emfrom the dread Jo^Amlene

Jo^Amlene, Jo^Clene, Jo^Glene, Jo^Amlene, I ^Gbeg you, children, don’t disturb her ^Amsleep Jo^Amlene, Jo^Clene, Jo^Glene, Jo^Amlene, You^G’re safe while she s^Emlumbers in the ^Amdeep

We cowe^Amr here ben^Ceath the gaze That se^Gts the earth and ^Amsky ablaze Have me^Grcy at the ^Emend of days, Jol^Amene Our sle^Amep disturbed by ^Cgrowling breath Eyes cl^Gosed against the ^Amthreat of death That li^Ges behind the ^Emmaw of that Jo^Amlene Her ^Amteeth are wide, her ^Cmouth agape Her cla^Gws rend flesh, there’s ^Amno escape From ju^Gdgement of the^Em Eldritch One, J^Amolene Blacken^Aming the ^Csummer skies With bu^Grning wings and c^Amountless eyes We ^Gtremble at the^Em thought of you Jo^Amlene

Jo^Amlene, Jo^Clene, Jo^Glene, Jo^Amlene, I ^Gbeg you, children, don’t disturb her ^Amsleep Jo^Amlene, Jo^Clene, Jo^Glene, Jo^Amlene, You^G’re safe while she s^Emlumbers in the ^Amdeep

Some fo^Amolish souls tried ^Cto defend But their ^Gbroken minds 'd no t^Amime to mend They ^Gfell at the mere ^Emsight of you, Jo^Amlene Befo^Amre her wrath no ^Cfoe could stand Their c^Gorpses piled u^Ampon the sand The blo^God of gods is ^Emon her hands: Jo^Amlene And ^Amas the massa^Ccre began I saw how ^Geasily you ^Amtook my man But you d^Gon’t know what he ^Emmeant to me, Jo^Amlene He scre^Amamed about you ^Cin his sleep And ^Gwhen he woke did ^Amnaught but weep In te^Grror of the ^Emone he called Jo^Amlene And ^Amin the end, his ^Cpoor heart caved I ^Ghad to dig a^Amnother grave In^Gside the growing ^Emfamily plot, Jol^Amene

Jo^Amlene, Jo^Clene, Jo^Glene, Jo^Amlene, I beg^G you, children, don’t disturb her s^Amleep Jo^Amlene, Jo^Clene, Jo^Glene, Jo^Amlene, You^G’re safe while she s^Emlumbers in the ^Amdeep

You ^Amcould’ve had your ^Cchoice in men But ^GI will never ^Amlove again And ^Ghis demise is ^Emwhy I’m here Jol^Amene Bliss w^Amithers from your ^Cawful truth Gone ^Gis the ignor^Amance of youth The ^Gunrelenting ^Emmark of you, Jo^Amlene I’ve ^Amseen beyond your ^Cauburn hair My e^Gyes have met your ^Amvacant stare And ^GI’ve been told I’m ^Emhard to scare, Jo^Amlene

Jo^Amlene, Jo^Clene, Jo^Glene, Jo^Amlene, I’ve ^Gread the books, I’ve ^Emfound your weakest ^Amspot Jo^Amlene, Jo^Clene, Jo^Glene, Jo^Amlene, Bef^Gore you wake, ^Emyou’ll be dead and ^Amleft to rot Your ^Ghead will mark ^Emmy family plot, Jo^Amlene