George Jones Follow

I followed you to Texas
I followed you to Utah
We didn't find it there, so we moved on

I went with you to Alabam'
Things looked good in Birmingham
We didn't find it there, so we moved on

I know, you're tired of following
My elusive dreams and schemes
For they're only fleetin' things
My elusive dreams

You had my child in Memphis
Then I heard of work in Nashville
We didn't find it there, so we moved on

To a small farm in Nebraska
To a gold mine in Alaska
We didn't find it there, so we moved on

And now we've left Alaska
Because there was no gold mine
But this time only two of us moved on

And now all we have is each other
And just a little memory to cling to
And still I won't let you go on alone

I know, you're tired of following
My elusive dreams and schemes
For they're only fleetin' things
My elusive dreams

For they're only fleetin' things
My elusive dreams