I’ve heard the stories, sweet and fair, of Jolene’s charm and fiery flair, Her emerald eyes, her scarlet glow, a beauty deep as rivers flow, But darling, I’m a tempest wild, a force that leaves the moon beguiled, Jolene may dazzle, soft and free, but Jolene’s got nothing on me. She’s a whisper on the breeze, I’m the roar of raging seas, She’s a spark that fades away, I’m the sun that owns the day, Her melody may drift and plea, but I’m the song of destiny, Oh darling, Jolene’s got nothing...