Walkaway Joe [The Bootlegger Sessions]

Mama told her baby, girl, "Take it real slow"
Girl, told her mama, "Hey, I really gotta go
He's waitin' 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

Just a little while into Abilene
He pulls into a station, he robs it clean
She's waitin' in the car
Underneath the Texaco star
She only wanted love, never 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
And 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
Reaches for his arms
But she'll just keep reachin' on
For the cold hard truth revealed what it had known

That boy's just a walkaway Joe
Born to be a leaver
Tell you from the word go
He's destined to deceive her
He's the wrong kind of paradise
But it was just another lesson in life
That boy's a walkaway Joe

Yeah, all he was was a walkaway Joe
That boy was a walkaway Joe