Avery - Liz Longley

You got so damn high you left me in Wisconsin\nAnd I was sound asleep as you drove my car away\nAnd about a hundred miles south of where we were going\nI was stuck in a stale motel just cursing your name\nOh, Avery, have you gone mad after all these miles of memories?\nAvery, you said you’d run, but you never said you wouldn’t take me\nWhat about Alabama? What about Tennessee?\nWhat a friend you turned out to be, Avery\nWell, last I heard you sold by beat up Chevy\nOh, but you never spared a dime to give me a call\nAre you hitching rides on highways, railways, every day?\nTrynna break free from the weight of yesterdays\nGetting lost in drugs and alcohol\nOh, Avery, have you gone mad after all these miles of memories?\nAvery, you said you’d run, but you never said you wouldn’t take me\nWhat about Alabama? What about Tennessee?\nWhat a friend you turned out to be, Avery\nAre you howling at the moon in Montana?\nOr burnt by the sun in Santa Fe?\nOh, wherever you go, you never go to stay\nOh, Avery, have you gone mad after all these miles of memories?\nAvery, you said you’d run, but you never said you wouldn’t take me\nOh, forget about Alabama, to hell with Tennessee\nWhat a friend you turned out to be\nDon’t you think it’s time you came clean, Avery?