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.
Arlene
Arlene, lamento lo que hice
No buscaba amor hasta que vi
Tu cabello rojo bajo el sol
Lo que teníamos nunca podría ser amor
Eso era fácil de ver
Pero cuando te vi en Red's sirviendo café
Algo se apoderó de mí
Arlene, ni siquiera me dejaste tomar tu mano
Cuando te detuve en la carretera solo gritaste y corriste
Esa noche decidí que iba a casarme contigo
Mi cuchillo atravesó tu puerta de pantalla
Y me fui contigo
Estabas cantando 'Por favor déjame ir'
Todo el camino hasta la cueva de Miller
Cuando recogí un palo del suelo
Tú lloraste '¡No estoy lista para mi tumba!'
Oh, Arlene, en la oscuridad tu cabello sigue siendo tan rojo
Y esta larga y oscura cueva siempre será nuestra cama de bodas.
Escrita por: Brett Sparks / Rennie Sparks