Well Johnny Mae
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And William J
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Hitched a ride
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From sunny L.A.
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With a soldier who'd gone AWOL
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Stockade bound
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And they got off
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In the Texas rain
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And they hopped a southern diesel train
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Headed to Atlanta
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My hometown
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Where she danced all night
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In a go-go bar
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And he tried his best
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To play bass guitar
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In the absolute worst punk band ever heard
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But she got tired of the Georgia clay
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And a drunk musician
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Who couldn't even play
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So she took a bus to Boston
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Without a word
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He never got to say goodbye
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And he has to wonder why
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It keeps him up all night
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The way she wore her hair
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It keeps him up all night
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Her voice is everywhere
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It keeps him up all night She's out there
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Searchin' somewhere
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For somethin' of her own
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Well old Will kept makin' bad music worse
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But the whisky and the pills
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Wouldn't quench his thirst no more
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So he stuck a needle in his arm
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Then he lost his band
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He started liftin' shops
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It didn't take too long
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To get cuffed by the cops
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And right about now
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He's a workin' on the county farm
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It's never easier to say goodbye
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And she has to wonder why
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It keeps her up all night
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The way he held her hand
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It keeps her up all night
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He was her only man
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It keeps her up all night
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She's out there
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Searchin' somewhere
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For somethin' of her own
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To get where you need to be
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You'll go thru anything
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And on your way to be free
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You know, love is everything
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Baby, love is everything
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It keeps us up all night
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Yes, love is everything
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It keeps us up all night
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Yes, love is everything
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It keeps us up all night
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We're out there
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Searchin' somewhere
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For somethin' of our own
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It keeps us up all night
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We're out there
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Searchin' somewhere
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For somethin' of our own
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Up All Night
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| Shawn Mullins |
