Trisha Yearwood - Walkaway Joe

Mama told her baby, "Girl, take it real slow"

Girl told her mama, "Hey, I really gotta go

He's waitin' in the car"

Mama said, "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 have only seen

But fates got cards that it don't wanna show

And that boy's just a walkaway Joe

Born to be a leaver, tell you from the word "go,"

Destined to deceive her, he's the wrong kind of 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

Pulls into a station and he robs it clean

She's waitin' in the car

Underneath the Texaco star

She only wanted love, never bargained 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 you from the word "go,"

Destined to deceive her, he's the wrong kind of 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 arms

But she'll just keep reachin' on

'cause the cold hard truth revealed what it had known

That boy was just a walkaway Joe

Born to be a leaver, tell you from the word "go,"

Destined to deceive her, he's the wrong kind of paradise

But it was just another lesson in life, that boy was a walkaway Joe

All he was was a walkaway Joe

Ooh, walkaway Joe

Ooh, he was a walkaway Joe

Ooh, walkaway Joe

Yes, he was a walkaway Joe

• Artist:Trisha Yearwood
• Album:rts in Armor (1992)