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Pretty girl from Greenfield
I hear ya knockin
Oh I hear ya
Yes I hear ya knockin
I was trapped in my house.
Yes I was stuck and I couldn't escape
Till earl'y one mornin I opened the door
And I flew the coop
This chicken don't roost and he sure don't crow.
I opened the door, I finally let go.
I went a walkin.
Oh yeah I said I wenta walkin.
Down past the corner
Baby right up the street.
My feet met the pavement and my mind went to sleep
I went'a walkin
I didn't got bored seeing streets I already knew.
Cuz baby every block got me further from you.
Now it sounds a little callous, yeah it sounds a bit cold.
I just couldn't stand to be under your hold.
Oh im'a walkin.
You can knock a little louder.
See if that does the trick.
Maybe check the mat and find the spare
Love you gotta face it.
And get out my hair
Because this ass just ain't yours to kick.
Oh I'm still walkin.
Down past the quarry now a quarter mile.
My heart starts beatin
But my lungs give out
Spose next'll be my legs.
Then maybe my head!
Honey one things for certain, I'd rather be dead.
But I gotta keep walking away its all I can do
Honey I'm leaving town and I'm leaving you to.
Oh I hear ya
Yes I hear ya knockin
I was trapped in my house.
Yes I was stuck and I couldn't escape
Till earl'y one mornin I opened the door
And I flew the coop
This chicken don't roost and he sure don't crow.
I opened the door, I finally let go.
I went a walkin.
Oh yeah I said I wenta walkin.
Down past the corner
Baby right up the street.
My feet met the pavement and my mind went to sleep
I went'a walkin
I didn't got bored seeing streets I already knew.
Cuz baby every block got me further from you.
Now it sounds a little callous, yeah it sounds a bit cold.
I just couldn't stand to be under your hold.
Oh im'a walkin.
You can knock a little louder.
See if that does the trick.
Maybe check the mat and find the spare
Love you gotta face it.
And get out my hair
Because this ass just ain't yours to kick.
Oh I'm still walkin.
Down past the quarry now a quarter mile.
My heart starts beatin
But my lungs give out
Spose next'll be my legs.
Then maybe my head!
Honey one things for certain, I'd rather be dead.
But I gotta keep walking away its all I can do
Honey I'm leaving town and I'm leaving you to.
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