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Raised in the heart of a small town
Brought up in a country torn in two
Indifferent to the plots and the people
She decided what to do
Well Iâve had enough of you
Jolene, Jolene
Jolene and the rock machine
Jolene, Jolene
Thereâs no mistake donât underrate us
We met in London â82
She was broke and she knew it
But with her music she could prove that
Well despite all she lacked
She could fight her own way back
But success doesnât breed conviction
And politics for her was just a tool
As a bluff to deflect self-interest
Publicise your care with words thrown here and there
You know what they say of ambition
It turns the head of those that it knows
And as she was laid
Her epitaph was read
She never gave damn about the ordinary man
Jolene, Jolene
Jolene and the rock machine
Jolene, Jolene
What had you found when you turned it all around
- Album:
- Even Better Than The Real Thing Vol 1
- Rot geht tiefer (Kilkenny Sampler)
- Heaven & Earth
- Off the Record
- Man Alive
- Even Better Than the Real Thing, Volume 1
- Songs for the Tempted
- She Hits Me, Part Two
- Classified Personal
- Pride & Passion
- Irish A-Z of Rock (Disc Z)
- Fingerprints
- Drag My Bad Name Down
- The Tom Dunne Selection
- Hot Press: The Genuine Collection
- The Best of the Strawberry Alarm Clock
- Tom Dunne’s 30 Best Irish Hits
- The Hardy Bucks Album
- Live At Vicar Street
- Moone Boy (Music from the TV Series)