Mama told her baby,
Girl, take it real slow.
Girl told her mama,
Hey, I really gotta go.
Hes waitin in the car.
Mama said,
Girl, you wont get far.

This is the story of an average jane,
Ninety miles an hour down a lovers lane
On a tank of dreams.
Oh, if she could have only seen.
But fates got plans that it dont wanna show cause. . .

That boys just a walkaway joe,
Born to be a leaver.
Tell you from the word go,
Destined to deceive her.
Hes the wrong kind of paradise.
Shes gonna know it in a matter of time.
That boys just a walkaway joe.

Just a little while into abilene,
He pulls into a station and he robs it clean.
Shes waitin in the car
Underneath the texaco star.

She only wanted love,
Never bargained 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 will go, but. . .

That boys just a walkaway joe,
Born to be a leaver.
Tell you from the word go,
Destined to deceive her.
Hes the wrong kind of 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 arms.
But shell just keep reachin on.
cause 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 the wrong kind of paradise.
But it was just another lesson in life.
That boys just a walkaway joe.

All he was was a walkaway joe.
Ooh, walkaway joe. . .
Ooh, he was a walkaway joe.
Ooh, walkaway joe. . .
Yes, he was a walkaway joe. . .