He was driving home one evening,
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In his beat up Pontiac
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When an old lady flagged him down,
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Her Mercedes had a flat
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He could see that she was frightened,
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Standing out there in the snow
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'Til he said I'm here to help you ma'am,
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By the way my name is Joe
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She said I'm from St. Louis,
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And I'm only passing through
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I must have seen a hundred cars go by,
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This is awful nice of you
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When he changed the tire,
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And closed her trunk
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And was about to drive away,
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She said how much do I owe you
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Here's what he had to say
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You don't owe me a thing, I've been there too
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Someone once helped me out,
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Just the way I'm helping you
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If you really want to pay me back,
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Here's what you do
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Don't let the chain of love end with you
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Well a few miles down the road,
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The lady saw a small cafe
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She went in to grab a bite to eat,
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And then be on her way
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But she couldn't help but notice,
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How the waitress smiled so sweet
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And how she must've been eight months along,
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And dead on her feet
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And though she didn't know her story,
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And she probably never will
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When the waitress went to get her change,
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From a hundred dollar bill
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The lady slipped right out the door,
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And on a napkin left a note
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There were tears in the waitress's eyes,
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When she read what she wrote
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You don't owe me a thing,
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I've been there too
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Someone once helped me out,
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Just the way I'm helping you
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If you really want to pay me back,
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Here's what you do
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Don't let the chain of love end with you
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That night when she got home from work,
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The waitress climbed into bed
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She was thinkin' about the money,
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And what the lady's note had said
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As her husband lay there sleeping,
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She whispered soft and low
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Everything's gonna be alright, I love you, Joe
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The Chain Of Love
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Clay Walker |