Cake - Jolene

Well Jo^Emlene unlocked the ^Cthick, breezeway ^Gdoor, ^{D Em}Like she'd done one ^Chundred times ^Gbefore. ^D Jole^Emne smoothed her ^Cdark hair in the ^Gmirror. ^D She ^Emfolded the towel ^Ccarefully and ^Gput it back in place^D.

Yeah^Em I want to ^Cpull you ^Gdown into bed. ^{D Em}I want to cast^C your face in ^Glead. ^D Well^Em every time I ^Cpull you ^Gclose, ^{D Em}Push my ^Cface into your ^Ghair, ^{D Em}Cream rinse and ^Ctobacco ^Gsmoke, ^D That^Em sickly scent is^C always, always ^Gthere.^D

Jolene ^Emheard her father's^C uneven snores. ^{G D Em}Right then she knew ^Cthere must be ^Gsomething more. ^D Jole^Emne heard the sin^Cging in the fores^Gt. ^D She ^Emopened the door q^Cuietly and ste^Gpped into the night.^D

Yeah^Em I want to ^Cthrow you ^Gout into space. ^{D Em}I want to do ^Cwhatever it takes,^G takes, takes^D. Well^Em every time I ^Cpull you ^Gclose, ^{D Em}Push my ^Cface into your ^Ghair, ^{D Em}Cream rinse and ^Ctobacco ^Gsmoke, ^D That^Em sickly scent is^C always, always ^Gthere.^D