Vārdi: Marty Robbins. Lolene.

When but a boy I courted Sally my life was young not quite sixteen
We talked of things I sometimes dreamed of and things beyond my wildest dreams

At seventeen I met Wynonna her warm red lips set me aglow
She taught me things she should not teach me more than a young man ought to know

At nineteen years my love was Sarah she was much older than the rest
Of all the men she said had kissed her she loved the way I kissed her best

Time has flown and I am older my years are five and thirty-five
Too late too late I've met my lover a woman very much alive


Lolene Lolene your name is music your nearness makes my blood run wild
Less and less I cannot claim you compared to me you're but a child

So one last time I must be with you and kiss the lips that thrilled my heart
And then goodbye no more to see you forever we must be apart