Mama told her baby, "Girl, take it real slow"
Girl told her mama, "Hey I really gotta go
He's waiting in the car"
Mama 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
That 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 the wrong kind of 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
He pulls into a station and he robs it clean
She's waiting 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's 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'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 reaching on
For the cold hard truth revealed what it had known

That boy's just a walk away 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

Mm, yeah
All he was was a walkaway Joe
Ooh-hoo
(Ooh, walkaway Joe)
He was a walkaway Joe
Mm

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Greg W. Barnhill, Vincent Edward Melamed