Arlene

Arlene, I'm sorry for what I've done

I wasn't looking for love till I saw

Your red hair in the sun

What we had could never be love

That was easy to see

But when I saw you at Red's pouring coffee

Something took a hold of me

Arlene, you wouldn't even let me hold your hand

When I stopped you in the road you just screamed and ran

That night I decided I was gonna marry you

My knife went through your screen door

And I went away with you

You were singing "Please let me go"

All the way down to Miller's cave

When I picked a stick up off the ground

You cried "I ain't ready for my grave!"

Oh, Arlene, in the dark your hair's just as red

And this long, dark cave will always be our wedding bed.