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Well there’s a pretty girl that I knowWalking through the walnut groveHair blowing in the autumn breezeGonna bring her home with meI’m running, I’m running along that brownstone road that always comes after you’re goneYour papa don’t like me now that’s for sureDrove me away from your front doorCaught us kissing on my tailgateWhen the hour was getting lateI’m running, I’m running along that brownstone road that always comes after you’re goneI’m running, I’m running, I can’t find you for the life of meI tried to hide my lonely waysSpent my money on cheap cocaineWhere it got me I don’t knowThere’s nowhere left for me to goI’m running, I’m running along that brownstone road that always comes after you’re goneI’m running, I’m running, I can’t find you for the life of meSoaked to the bone now I see how it endsMy girl has left me ain’t got no friendsBetter sort it out before I get too oldThe November storm blows hard and coldI’m running, I’m running along that brownstone road that always comes after you’re goneI’m running, I’m running, I can’t find you for the life of me From Letras Mania