اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Oh, away she blows
Through the door and down the street she goes
The levee won't hold
A young lost soul
She'll break away the shackles of the old
Daddy's girl
With all your mammas curls
Sneaking away
As morning turns to day
Teenage runaway
So the story goes
Another day another bird has flown
No-more will he preach
His worn out speech
She's going where his bible belt won't reach
Daddy's girl
Pawned her mothers pearls
Stealing away
As morning turns to day
Teenage runaway
Oh, Why did she leave me, Lord?
Oh, Where did my words fall short?
