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