Trisha Yearwood Follow

(written by vince melamed, greg barnhill)

Momma told her baby, girl take it real slow
Girl told her momma hey I really gotta go
Hes waitin in the car
Momma said girl you wont 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 couldve only seen
But fates got cards that it dont want to show
And that boys just

A walkaway joe
Born to be a leaver
Tell you from the word go, destined to deceive her
Hes a wrong kinda paradise
Shes gonna know it in a matter of time
That boys just a walkawa
y joe

Now just a little while into abilene
Pulls into a station and he robs it clean
Shes waitin in the car
Underneath the texaco star
She only wanted love didnt bargain for this
She cant help but love him for the way he is
Shes only seventeen
And there aint no reasoning
So shell ride this ride as far as it can go
Cause that boys just

A walkaway joe
Born to be a leaver
Tell you from the word go, destined to deceive her
Hes a wrong kinda paradise
Shes gonna know it in a matter of time
That boys 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 shell just keep reachin on
For the cold hard truth revealed what it had known
That boys just

A walkaway joe
Born to be a leaver
Tell you from the word go, destined to deceive her
Hes a wrong kinda paradise
Shes gonna know itwas just another lesson in life
That boys just a walkaway joe