by Curly Putman and Billy Sherrill



(added 10/25/97, thanks to Pauline Buchanan)



You followed me to Texas, you followed me to Utah,

We didn't find it there so we moved on.

Then you went with me to A-la-bam',

Things looked good in Birmingham,

We didn't find it there so we moved on.

I know you're tired of fol-low-ing

My elusive dreams and schemes

For they're only fleeting things,

My elusive dreams.



You had my child in Memphis then I heard of work in Nashville,

But 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.

I know you're tired of fol-low-ing

My elusive dreams and schemes

For they're only fleeting things,

My elusive dreams.



Now we've left A-las-ka because thewas no gold mine,

But this time only two of us moved on.

And now all we have is each other and a little memory

To cling to and still you won't let me go on alone.

I know you're tired of following

My elusive dreams and schemes

For they're only fleeting things,

My elusive dreams.