Bobby Bare, Jr.
Bobby Bare, Jr.
Bobby Bare, Jr.
Bobby Bare, Jr.
Bobby Bare, Jr.
Bobby Bare, Jr.
Bobby Bare, Jr.
Bobby Bare, Jr.
Bobby Bare, Jr.
Bobby Bare, Jr.
Bobby Bare, Jr.
Don’t Follow Me (I’m Lost)
The spit in my eyes
And the blood on my shoes
Still don’t tell me much of what I was trying to prove
I am too lazy to really get angry
And you’re too sugar sweet to come along
Don’t follow me
Don’t follow me
Don’t follow me
Don’t follow me
I am lost
Whining quietly while at tenth and eighth
Wondering why you ain’t got nowhere to stay
You are too lazy to really get angry
If you don’t know where you are you might be lost
So don’t follow me
Don’t follow me
Don’t follow me
Don’t follow me
I am lost
La la la la