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