Hayes Carll Follow

Highway 87 is a dangerous place to be
When you pissed off all the local boys
And your back's against the sea
The cops all know your number

Bars all know your name
After six straight months of drinkin', boy
You're never gonna be the same
And I ain't seen the sunshine

Since I don't remember when
I may not know where I'm goin'
But I sure know where I've been

The sheriff he just watches
Every move I make
And one of these days
He's gonna arrest me
For all the time I take

The local girls all act
Like I just ain't their kind
Paintin' on their precious nails
And losin' their sweet minds

And I've give half of Texas
If I could find a friend
I may not know where I'm goin'
But I sure know where I've been

Aah the coast is disappearing
As they line up on the beach
Doin' all those little things
That Sunday School don't teach

Jim Beam by the fire
Cocaine in the stash
Baseball bat on the floorboard
Shotgun on the dash

And you might lose your mind
Go walkin' round the bend
You may not know where you're goin'
But you'll sure know where you been