Bonfire
Oh my darlin Clemintine Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Oh, I'm begging of you please In the dark of the night, next to the raging bonfire Burning like a summer sun A bunch of rednecks getting half lit Your friends Clemintine and Jolene were more than half lit-they were loaded. As you approached them with a fresh bottle of moon shine, you found them laying their, youth full orbs on full display, kissing. Bonfire, dance a little jig Hold up your cup and take another swig