| He was driving home one evening,
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| In his beat up Pontiac
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| When an old lady flagged him down,
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| Her Mercedes had a flat
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| He could see that she was frightened,
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| Standing out there in the snow
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| 'Til he said I’m here to help you ma’am,
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| By the way my name is Joe
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| She said I’m from St. Louis,
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| And I’m only passing through
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| I must have seen a hundred cars go by,
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| This is awful nice of you
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| When he changed the tire,
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| And closed her trunk
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| And was about to drive away,
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| She said how much do I owe you
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| Here’s what he had to say
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| You don’t owe me a thing, I’ve been there too
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| Someone once helped me out,
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| Just the way I’m helping you
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| If you really want to pay me back,
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| Here’s what you do Don’t let the chain of love end with you
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| Well a few miles down the road,
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| The lady saw a small cafe
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| She went in to grab a bite to eat,
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| And then be on her way
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| But she couldn’t help but notice,
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| How the waitress smiled so sweet
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| And how she must’ve been eight months along,
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| And dead on her feet
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| And though she didn’t know her story,
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| And she probably never will
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| When the waitress went to get her change,
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| From a hundred dollar bill
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| The lady slipped right out the door,
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| And on a napkin left a note
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| There were tears in the waitress’s eyes,
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| When she read what she wrote
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| You don’t owe me a thing,
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| I’ve been there too
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| Someone once helped me out,
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| Just the way I’m helping you
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| If you really want to pay me back,
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| Here’s what you do Don’t let the chain of love end with you
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| That night when she got home from work,
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| The waitress climbed into bed
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| She was thinkin’about the money,
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| And what the lady’s note had said
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| As her husband lay there sleeping,
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| She whispered soft and low
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| Everything’s gonna be alright, I love you, Joe |