(Tia Sillers/John Tirro)



Joann was is an awkward position

Very unmarried and starting to show

Joann had wanted to be a beautician

She thought it looked like a good time to go



Got on a greyhound to ride up to Macon

No one is New Brunswick would quite understand

She wouldn't look at the side of the highway

Where written in spray paint said "Sam loves Joann"



Joann, Joann, how could you leave your man

I'm yours forever in big old blue letters

It's written in spray paint "Sam loves Joann"



Sam's on his way to the state Penitentiary

He doesn't know he's a father to be

Sam only wanted to borrow a Chevy

But the state locked him up and they threw out the key



Sam hoped to take her away to get married

But he never asked her, so much for big plans

Now the prison bus takes him on down that same highway

Where written in spray paint "Sam loves Joann"



Joann, Joann, how could you leave your man

I'm yours forever in big old blue letters

It's written in spray paint "Sam loves Joann"



Funny how things from the heat of the moment

Like making a baby or getting tattooed

Last a lot longer than ever expected

Feelings might fade but the facts never do



It's all the same in the small towns and big towns

The names might change but across this great land

Just take a ride along any old highway

It's written in spray paint "Sam loves Joann"



Joann, Joann, how could you leave your man

I'm yours forever in big old blue letters

It's written in spray paint "Sam loves Joann"



Joann, Joann, how could you leave your man

I'm yours forever in big old blue letters

It's written in spray paint "Sam loves Joann"

It's written in spray paint "Sam loves Joann"

It's written in spray paint "Sam loves Joann"