Testo di 'Walkaway Joe' di Trisha Yearwood

Momma told her baby: "girl, take it real slow"
Girl told her momma: "hey, I really gotta go"
"He's waitin' in the car"
Momma says: "Girl you won't get far"
Thus are the dreams of an average Jane
Ninety miles an hour down a lover's lane
On a tank of dreams
Oh, if she could've only seen
But fate's got cards that it don't wanna show

And that boy's just a Walkaway Joe
Born to be a leaver
Tell ya from the word go
Destined to deceive her
He's the wrong kinda paradise
She's gonna know it in a matter of time
That boy's just a Walkaway Joe

Now just a little while into Abilene
He pulls into a station and he robs it clean
She's waitin' in the car
Underneath the Texaco star
She only wanted love didn't bargain for this
She can't help but love him for the way he is
She's only seventeen
And there ain't no reasoning
So she'll ride this ride as far as it can go

'Cause that boy's just a Walkaway Joe
Born to be a leaver
Tell ya from the word go
Destined to deceive her
He's the wrong kinda paradise
She's gonna know it in a matter of time
That boy's just a Walkaway Joe

Somewhere in a roadside motel room
Alone in the silence she wakes up too soon
And reaches for his arm.
But she'll jsut keep reaching on...
For the cold, hard truth revealed what it had known

That boy's just a Walkaway Joe
Born to be a leaver
Tell ya from the word go
Destined to deceive her
He's the wrong kinda paradise
But it was just another lesson in life
That boy was a Walkaway Joe

All he was, was a Walkaway Joe