| Packed up his duffel bag
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| Climbed up on that bus
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| Left his hometown girl
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| In a cloud of dust
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| Every Sunday called her from a payphone
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| Went out and did his thing
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| Motels and guitar strings
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| One month turned into two
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| And when the tour was through
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| The house was cold and empty when he got back home
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| Yeah a hard rain washed out a gravel road
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| If you treat somebody like that
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| Well they won’t be waitin' when you get back
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| Cause time’s got a way of changing everything you know
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| And a heard rain washes out a gravel road
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| It happened in a car
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| With a boy she met
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| She cried her eyes out
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| When she took the test
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| Gave her baby girl to a foster home
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| Sixteen years went by
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| And she changed her mind
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| She finally tracked her down
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| And she took the drive
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| But there’s not much to say to someone you’ve never known
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| And a hard rain washed out a gravel road
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| If you treat somebody like that
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| Well they won’t be waitin' when you get back
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| Cause time’s got a way of changing everything you know
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| And a hard rain washes out a gravel road
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| She’s trying to cross a bridge that’s burned
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| Two broken hearts, one lesson learned
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| Don’t leave your love out on some highway
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| If you treat somebody like that
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| Well they won’t be waitin' when you get back
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| Cause time’s got a way of changing everything you know
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| And a hard rain washes out a gravel road
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| Oh a hard rain washes out a gravel road |