Randy Travis Follow

High up in the mountains cutting the timbers down
All I do from dusk to dawn is follow that mule around
I had no intentions of staying away this long
But I guess I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone

Picked peaches down in Georgia, cotton in Tennessee
Trying to make a livin's going to be the death of me
So if you want to find me just look where the wind has blown
Hun, I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone

Go find another fella if you want to
I won't say you ever done me wrong
This of heart ain't nothing to hold onto
Hun, I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone

[Instrumental]

Up here in these tall pines leanin' into the wind
Doing my best to catch my breath 'till I hit the road again
The only thing I know how to do is keep on rambling on
I guess I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone

Go find another fella if you want to
I won't say you ever done me wrong
This of heart ain't nothing to hold onto
Hun, I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone

There's a great big shade tree shadowing the stones
Where I want you to lay me down to rest my weary bones
There ain't really nowhere else in this earth I belong
Guess I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone

Go find another fella if you want to
I won't say you ever done me wrong
This of heart ain't nothing to hold onto
Hun, I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone
Hun, I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone

[Instrumental to end]