Well, she says she love me
I believe she does
She became a widow at the age of 22
One day she took her things and put them on a bag
She went and hit the road, with nothing in her back
And she said: I've got to go away
He was a city boy
He had everything we wanted
He got a nice girl and a good paid shitty job
One day he took his stuff and threw it all apart
He went and hit the road, with nothing in his back
As he said: I've got to go away
Got to go away, got to go away, got to
She says she loved me
I believe she does
She became a widow at the age of 22
One day she saw me with those big beautiful green eyes and said:
I think I don't belong here
I wanna be with someone else
She said: I've got go away
Got to go away, got to go away, got to