Mama told her baby,
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"Girl, take it real slow."
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Girl told her mama,
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"Hey, I really gotta go.
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"He's waitin' in the car."
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Mama said,
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"Girl, you won't get far."
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This is the story of an average Jane,
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Ninety miles an hour down a lover's lane
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On a tank of dreams.
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Oh, if she could have only seen.
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But fates got plans that it don't wanna show 'cause. . .
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That boy's just a Walkaway Joe,
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Born to be a leaver.
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Tell you from the word "go,"
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Destined to deceive her.
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He's the wrong kind of paradise.
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She's gonna know it in a matter of time.
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That boy's just a Walkaway Joe.
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Just a little while into Abilene,
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He pulls into a station and he robs it clean.
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She's waitin' in the car
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Underneath the Texaco star.
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She only wanted love,
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Never bargained for this.
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She can't help but love him for the way he is.
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She's only seventeen,
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And there ain't no reasoning.
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So she'll ride this ride
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As far as it will go, but. . .
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That boy's just a Walkaway Joe,
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Born to be a leaver.
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Tell you from the word "go,"
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Destined to deceive her.
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He's the wrong kind of paradise.
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She's gonna know it in a matter of time.
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That boy's just a Walkaway Joe.
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Somewhere in a roadside motel room,
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Alone in the silence she wakes up too soon
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And reaches for his arms.
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But she'll just keep reachin' on.
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'Cause the cold hard truth revealed
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What it had known. . .
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That boy's just a Walkaway Joe,
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Born to be a leaver.
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Tell you from the word "go,"
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Destined to deceive her.
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He's the wrong kind of paradise.
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But it was just another lesson in life.
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That boy's just a Walkaway Joe.
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All he was was a Walkaway Joe.
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Ooh, Walkaway Joe. . .
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Ooh, he was a Walkaway Joe.
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Ooh, Walkaway Joe. . .
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Yes, he was a Walkaway Joe. . .
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Walkaway Joe
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| Don Henley |
