You followed me to Texas you followed me to UtahWe didn’t find it there so we moved onThen you went with me to Alabam things looked good in BirminghamWe didn’t find it there so we moved onI know you’re tired of following my elusive dreams and schemesFor they’re only fleeting things my elusive dreamsYou had my child in Memphis and I heard of work in NashvilleBut we didn’t find it there so we moved onTo a small farm in Nebraska to a gold mine in AlaskaBut we didn’t find it there so we moved onAnd now we’ve left Alaska because there was no gold mineBut this time only two of us moved onNow all we have is each other and a little mem’ry that we can cling toBut still you won’t let me go on all aloneI know you’re tired of following…