I’ve seen the stories etched in air, Of Jolene’s beauty, raw and rare. Her emerald glance, her flowing flame, The whispers dance around her name. But shadows fall where she might tread, Her fleeting glow, a light misread. For I’m the fire that sets hearts free, And Jolene’s got nothing on me. Jolene’s got nothing on me, I’m the truth he’s always seen. She’s a spark, but I’m the sea, Oh darling, Jolene’s got nothing on me.