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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, 10,000 Miles
(Traditional)
Fare thee well
My own true love
Farewell for
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, He was a long tall stranger from way down south
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, He pulled out in a cloud of dust
Laying rubber and
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, I haven't a reason, a clue or a sign
I haven't
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, Some people remember the first time
Some can't forget the
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, Saturday night and the moon is out
I wanna head on
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, Outside another yellow moon
Has punched a hole in the nighttime
I
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, Last Sunday we got in the car and we drove
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, Every night she sleeps alone
And by her bed she puts
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, Late one night when the wind was still
Daddy brought the
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, We were born during the boom times, played house down
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, Years ago in my hometown I was a headstrong girl
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, Mama's got her baby sleeping in a grocery cart
Daddy eyes
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, I'm a town in Carolina, I'm a detour on a
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, Well I woke up this morning stumbled out of my
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, I want to be your girlfriend, I want to be
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, Today Joseph is sitting alone, with occasional nods to the
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, Well I know it ain't been roses lately, baby, it's
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, I can tell by the way you're walking
That you don't
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, When it's been that kind of day baby
When everything is
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, You've been saying for the longest time that the time
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, It's all I hate but oh so tempting
Fills me up
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, Been walking these streets, been deciding what's true
Been hands in
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, To hear you say my name, to see you search
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, I can recall the sound of the wind
As it blew
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, Everywhere I see the signs, pointing one direction
No more twists
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, Is it too much to ask
I want a comfortable bed
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, A few more cigarettes now honey
One more jolt of joe
A
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, I’m all alone so come on over baby
Right now
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By Mary Chapin Carpenter, You're making lists today of all the things you haven't