(Jim Armenti)
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I've been called every bad name, some I can't name
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By judges and lawyers and folks I never met
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But my mother she called me Walker Jermaine
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She said go out boy and make your own way
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So I tried making boxes out in Nashua
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Yeah I tried laying traps up in Bar Harbor bay
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But none of it held me and I got way
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Yeah I got away good, just as gone as I could
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CHORUS
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Every shuteye ain't sleep
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I know it's so
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Restless I ride in the linen
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Every goodbye ain't gone
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I know it's true
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I'm counting out days, leaving only a few
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I know it's not right to take what's not mine
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I'm sure it's not right, I know stealing's a crime
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But I know what it's like to see a life going down
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Like gravel in a grave, one grain at a time
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(CHORUS)
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Well I been here so long I got stones for old friends
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And I tell 'em my secrets and that's where it ends
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The woman who named me, she's in the ground
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But her Walker Jermaine just cannot be found
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Every Goodbye
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| Mark Erelli |
