Interpret:

Trisha Yearwood

Album:

(Songbook) A Collection Of Hits

Momma told her baby, girl take it real slow

Girl told her momma hey I really gotta go

He's waitin' in the car

Momma said girl you won't get far

Thus are the dreams of an average Jane

Ninety miles an hour down a lovers lane

On a tank of dreams

Oh if she could've only seen

But fate's got cards that it don't want to 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 a wrong kinda 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 didn't bargain 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 a wrong kinda 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 arm

But she'll just keep reachin' on

For the cold hard truth revealed what it had known

That boy's just



A walkaway Joe

Born to be a leaver

Tell you from the word go, destined to deceive her

He's a wrong kinda paradise

But it was just another lesson in life

That boy was a walkaway Joe



mmmm yeah

all he was was a walkaway joe

walkaway joe

he was a walkaway joe