I met Jailine in ’99
At a bar on the eastern shore
I had to tell her she looked so fine
The next day she darkened my door
I asked her “Wanna get high?”
And she said “I might could”
Faster than a bird can fly
To my lab out in the wood
They say that love is blind
At first it might be true
Jailine…
I made a livin’ as best I could
And you know, I was gettin’ by
My little lab out in the woods
A couple pounds is a license to fly
Jailine was smart as hell
And I kept her runnin fast
What I would cook, she would sell
I shoulda known it couldn’t last
I wasn’t home when they knocked on the door
With the battering ram
Jailine…
Jailine, won’t you help me understand
Jailine…
On the run, low profile
I was livin’ in my ride
Jailine ripped me off
She stole the dope and she dropped a dime!
Saw jailine by the side of the road
Broke down and lookin’ glum
I said “Get in” and she agreed
Lookin’ at my brand new gun
I asked why she sold me out
But before she could reply
The cops pulled in, behind the van
And away we fly
Jailine, won’t you help me understand
Jailine…