Don't Follow Me

Well, she used to be an ordinary cowgirl

She could handle her daddy's gun when she was young

And I never believed she'd turn out to be an outlaw

Now she is the rebel on the run

Now she's a stranger always in danger

A black angel on the run

But I'm gonna get her I won't let her disappear

Out of my life like she's always done before



Got a shotgun by her side gunpowder in the fires and

Boy, as she rides!

She just eliminates troubles times with her knives

She's a suffragette and she'll always be a refugee

Seems like she's always been the black sheep of her family



Now she's a stranger always in danger, a black angel on the run

But I'll never get her will I ever learn

She'll repeat the line I've heard so many times before



She says: Don't follow me, I'm lost too

Don't follow me, I'm lost too

Don't follow me, I'm lost too

Baby, I'm lost just like you



I recall she got lost already at the age of seventeen

Her daddy told she was always in the wrong company

She was my teenage love, the queen of the big, big rodeo

And I remember what she was always tellin' to me

Yeah, yeah, and I remember what she was always tellin' to me