(Bob McDill, Wayland Holyfield)
She packed up her suitcase
And walked to the door
She said she wonґt come back
Like sheґs done before
Iґll bet sheґs in Dallas
Before it gets dark
I know sheґs thinkinґ,
Sheґs breakinґ my heart.
She knows I love her
But she thinks Iґll crawl
But she never knew me
She never knew me
She never knew me, at all.
She knows I love her
I know I need her
God knows to please her
Iґve tried, and Iґve tried.
By now if I know her
Sheґs changed her mind
Sheґll pull off the highway
And have a good cry.
And then like a lost child
Sheґll wanna come home
She thinks Iґm waitinґ
There by the phone.
Sheґll stop in some cafe
And give me a call
But she never knew me
She never knew me
She never knew me, at all...
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