| Mama told her baby,
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| «girl, take it real slow.»
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| Girl told her mama,
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| «hey, i really gotta go.
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| «he's waitin’in the car.»
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| Mama said,
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| «girl, you won’t get far.»
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| This is the story of an average jane,
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| Ninety miles an hour down a lover’s lane
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| On a tank of dreams.
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| Oh, if she could have only seen.
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| But fates got plans that it don’t wanna show 'cause.. .
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| That boy’s just a walkaway joe,
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| Born to be a leaver.
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| Tell you from the word «go,»
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| Destined to deceive her.
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| He’s the wrong kind of paradise.
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| She’s gonna know it in a matter of time.
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| That boy’s just a walkaway joe.
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| Just a little while into abilene,
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| He pulls into a station and he robs it clean.
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| She’s waitin’in the car
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| Underneath the texaco star.
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| She only wanted love,
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| Never bargained for this.
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| She can’t help but love him for the way he is.
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| She’s only seventeen,
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| And there ain’t no reasoning.
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| So she’ll ride this ride
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| As far as it will go, but.. .
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| That boy’s just a walkaway joe,
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| Born to be a leaver.
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| Tell you from the word «go,»
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| Destined to deceive her.
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| He’s the wrong kind of paradise.
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| She’s gonna know it in a matter of time.
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| That boy’s just a walkaway joe.
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| Somewhere in a roadside motel room,
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| Alone in the silence she wakes up too soon
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| And reaches for his arms.
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| But she’ll just keep reachin’on.
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| 'cause the cold hard truth revealed
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| What it had known.. .
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| That boy’s just a walkaway joe,
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| Born to be a leaver.
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| Tell you from the word «go,»
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| Destined to deceive her.
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| He’s the wrong kind of paradise.
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| But it was just another lesson in life.
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| That boy’s just a walkaway joe.
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| All he was was a walkaway joe.
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| Ooh, walkaway joe.. .
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| Ooh, he was a walkaway joe.
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| Ooh, walkaway joe.. .
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| Yes, he was a walkaway joe.. . |