Jo-Lynne, who as we know, is nobody’s pigeon, is the subject of several of my songs.

On the outskirts of town
She walks beside the highway
The sun is going down
On a hot summer day

Her hair blows in the wind
That chases the passing cars
As they crawl like blacksnakes
Beside the taverns and bars

Chorus:
I don’t care where she’s been
I just want her back again
Jo-Lynne
She’s a lot like the breeze
Feels so good, but hard to keep
Jo-Lynne

When she finally comes home
She’ll be a sight for sore eyes
I won’t ask no questions
And she’ll tell me no lies

She’ll stay here for a spell
I’ll keep trying to hold on
It might work for a while
Then one day she’ll be gone

Bridge:
Part of her belongs to me
Part of her belongs to no one
Part of her wants to be free
Part of her wants to love someone

Chorus:
I don’t care where she’s been
I just want her back again
Jo-Lynne
She’s a lot like the breeze
Feels so good, but hard to keep
Jo-Lynne

© Kent Newsome and Ronnie Jeffrey