She had this beautiful red hair, this beautiful skin, these beautiful green eyes, and she was looking up at me, holding, you know, for an autograph. And I said ‘Well, you’re the prettiest little thing I ever saw. So what is your name?’ And she said, ‘Jolene.’ And I said ‘Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene. That is pretty. That sounds like a song. I’m going to write a song about that.’
