| Mama stood on the front porch ringin' her hands
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| Watched the tail lights fadin' on his black tranzam
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| With her precious little baby taking off inside
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| Staring at him with stars in her eyes
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| She tried to tell her but the girl might as well have been deaf
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| She wasn’t gonna listen to a word she said
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| Don’t go down Maggie Creek Road
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| With a boy lookin' like that
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| He’ll tell ya thangs that you wanna hear
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| And they’ll be no turnin' back
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| There’s an oak tree down by the lake
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| In the shade where the wild flowers grow
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| What’ll happen only heaven knows
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| So don’t go down Maggie Creek Road
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| Don’t go down… Maggie Creek Road
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| Was a still black night as dark is cold
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| Nobody heard her when she said no
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| She kicked and screamed and got free somehow
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| Tore her dress on the door when he pushed her out
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| She walked 13 miles on the gravel road
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| With tears in her eyes 20 years ago
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| Somehow mama’s always know
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| Cause they shoulda been home an hour ago
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| When she pulled up it was just going down
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| She turned her headlights off didn’t make a sound
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| She heard her baby crying no but he wouldn’t stop
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| Her heart went cold and her blood ran hot
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| With a pistol in her hand she opened his door
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| You don’t wanna see mama go to war |