Walkaway Joe Tabulatur von Trisha Yearwood (für Baryton)

Walkaway Joe  
Trisha Yearwood feat. Don Henley

[Intro] C    Dm   

C                                               
Mama told her baby girl, take it real slow...
C
Girl told her mama, hey, I really gotta go....
        Am                                       F             
he's waitin' in the car...mama said, girl you won"t get far..

C                                        C
Thus are the dreams of an average jane...

90 miles an hour, down a lover's lane....
        Am                                   F         F
on a tank of dreams..oh, if she could've only seen...
G                      Dm             F          G
that fate's got cards that it don't wanna show...

                       C                                     
an' that boy's just a walkaway joe, born to be a leaver, 
Am
tell ya from the word go...
                                  F                    B
destined to deceive her, he's the wrong kind of paradise...
F                                   G                                        Dm   C     
she's gonna know it in a matter of time....
C
that boy's just a walkaway joe..


C                                  
Just a little while into Abilene, 
C
pulls into a station and he robs it clean....
      Am                                      F          F
she's waitin' in the car....oh,underneath the texaco star...

C                                                  
She only wanted love...didn't bargain for this....
C
she can't help but love him for the way he is...
    Am                                 F              F
she's only seventeen...and there ain't no reasoning.....
G                            Dm               F      G
so, she'll ride this ride as far as it can go...

                          C                                        Am
'cause that boy's just a walkaway joe....born to be a leaver... 
tell ya from the word go...
                                     F                Bb
destined to deceive her, he's the wrong kind of paradise...
              F                      G           
she's gonna know it in a matter of time...
                    C
.that boy's just a walkaway joe..

[Bridge]
Dm Am F Bb Dm Am F G    Dm  C         C

C                                                          C
Somewhere in a roadside motel room... alone in the silence... she wakes up too soon...
     Am                                         F           F
 and reaches for his arm...but she'll just keep reaching on....
         G                 Dm                   F   G    G
for the cold, hard truth revealed what it had known....
                   C                                        
that boy's just a walkaway joe....born to be a leaver... 
Am
tell ya from the word go...                                                Bb                 F                   G
destined to deceive her, he's the wrong kind of paradise..
F
but it was just another lesson in life
                C               Am                            
that boy was a walkaway joe.....ooooh yeah.....
C
all he was was a walkaway joe
                                            C                             Am           
ooooh.....ooooh....oooh ...he was a walkaway joe.....                   (fade)