Arlene, I'm sorry for what I've donenI wasn't looking for love till I saw nYour red hair in the sunnWhat we had could never be lovenThat was easy to seenBut when I saw you at Red's pouring coffeenSomething took a hold of menArlene, you wouldn't even let me hold your handnWhen I stopped you in the road you just screamed and rannThat night I decided I was gonna marry younMy knife went through your screen doornAnd I went away with younYou were singing Please let me gonAll the way down to Miller's cavenWhen I picked a stick up off the groundnYou cried I ain't ready for my grave!nOh, Arlene, in the dark your hair's just as rednAnd this long, dark cave will always be our wedding bed.