| June fell for Johnny on the 4th of July
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| As the fireworks popped in the summer sky
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| With a spark in her eye
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| She just sat there and stared
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| As his face lit up to the rockets red glare
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| By September she’d asked him for a wedding band
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| How could she know he was a ramblin' man
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| He walked out the door in the dead of the night
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| And a sleepy voice whispered as he turned out the light
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| She said —
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| Where you gonna go What ya gonna do when you get there
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| Who you gonna call
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| When your road runs out at the sea
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| Boy, you’re never gonna find someone who loves you like I do If you get tired of runnin'
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| You can turn around and walk back to me He called her up to say he missed her a lot
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| Texas panhandle was as far as he got
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| He’d run out of money
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| He’d run out of luck
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| He’d run out of gas in his pickup truck
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| Hitch a ride, catch a train or a Greyhound bus
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| 'Cause there’s a baby on the way and that makes three of us And I need you here beside me, I can’t go it alone
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| She told him one more time, and then she hung up the phone
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| Saying —
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| Where you gonna go What ya gonna do when you get there
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| Who you gonna call
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| When your road runs out at the sea
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| You know you’re never gonna find someone who loves you like I do When you get tired of runnin'
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| You can turn around and walk back to me The years just seemed to roll on by them
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| She missed him more and more every day
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| That boy grew up to look and act just like him
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| And she knew someday soon he’d be old enough to fly away
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| She’d say —
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| Baby, where you gonna go What you gonna do when you get there
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| Who you gonna call
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| When your road runs out at the sea
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| You know you’re never gonna find someone who loves you like I do When you get tired of runnin'
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| You can turn around and walk back to me If you ever get tired of runnin'
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| Turn around and walk back to me |