Arlene From the album Odessa Em G D |------------------------------------------2-| |------------------------------------------3-| |------------------------------------------2-| |-------4-7-4-------------4----------------0-| |-5-7-5--------7-----5-7----7b5---5-2--------| |-------------------------------------5-2----| D F#m Arlene, I'm sorry for what I done, C G D I wasn't looking for love 'til I saw your red hair in the sun D F#m What we had could ne'er be love, that was easy to see, C G D But when I saw you in Red's pouring coffee, something took a-hold of me
Em G A Oh-wo-oo-oh, Arlene, you wouldn't even let me hold your hand Em G D When I stopped you in the road, you just screamed and ran D F#m C G D |-2--2--2-0-2h3-2--0-0----------------2-----------------------------------------| |----------------------3--3--3-2--2---2----2-2h3p2------------10-------10--8--7-| |-------------------------------------2------------5-5/12--12----12----11--9--7-| |-------------------------------------4-----------------------------------------| |-------------------------------------4-----------------------------------------| |-------------------------------------2-----------------------------------------| D F#m C G D |------------------------------------------2------------------------------------| |------------------------------------------2------------------------------------| |----------------4-------------------------2---------------------2--------------| |------------------7-----------------------4-------------------5---5-------2b---| |-----5-7-5-7b-------7b--5---5-7-5-5--4-4--4----4--4h5p4--3--5---------2-5----5-| |-5-7----------------------------------------------------------------3----------| Em G A Oh-wo-oo-oh, Arlene, you wouldn't even let me hold your hand Em G D When I stopped you in the road, you just screamed and ran D F#m That night, I decided that I was gonna marry you C G D My knife went through your screen door and I went away with you D F#m You were singing, "Please let me go," all the way down to Miller's Cave C G D When I picked a stick up off the ground, you cried, "I ain't ready for my grave!" Em G A But, Arlene, in the dark, your hair's just as red, Em G D And this long, dark cave will always be our wedding bed Em G A But, Arlene, in the dark, your hair's just as red, Em G D