Walkaway Joe Lyrics by Michael Ray
〈Verse 1〉
Mama told her baby, “Girl, take it real slow”
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〈Verse 1〉
Mama told her baby, “Girl, take it real slow”
A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher
Riding on a midnight bus bound for Mexico
Sister cries out, from her baby bed
Brother runs in, feathers on his head
Cold air, Christmas Day, 1997
Pretty in her pigtails, holding up a present
It’s been a downpour, beating on the tin roof
It’s been Black Label pouring on ice
She pulled up in a Mustang
With Alabama license plates
Everybody’s got it, that thing their heart beats for
It’s what keeps ’em breathin’ and the reason they were born
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah