Walkaway Joe - The Mick Lloyd Connection

Written by：Gregory William Barnhill/Vince Melamed/ Vince Melamed

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 lover's lane

On a tank of dreams

Oh if she could've only seen

That fate's got cards that it don't wanna show

And that boy is just a walkaway joe

Born to be a leaver

Tell you from the word go

Destined to deceive her he's the wrong kind of paradise

She's gonna know it in a matter of time

That boy is 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

Oh 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 is just a walkaway joe

Born to be a leaver

Tell you from the word go

Destined to deceive her he's the wrong kind of paradise

She's gonna know it in a matter of time

That boy is 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 reaching on

For the cold hard truth revealed what it had known

That boy is just a walkaway joe

Born to be a leaver

Tell you from the word go

Destined to deceive her he's the wrong kind of paradise

But it was just another lesson in life

That boy was a walkaway joe

Oooohoo yeah

All he was was a walkaway joe

Ooo walkaway joe

Oooo he was a walkaway joe