Down the highway south i'll go
Wewahitchka to port saint joe
I'm gonna walk the beach with a pitates ghost
We'll haunt thay old forgotten coast
I'm gonna trade my car and change my name
Put wesson oil in my bar and chain
I'm gonna fix the roadkill, black bear roast
And get fat on that forgotten coast
No ones gonna find me there
With my steel guitar and my rocking chair
Among the seafood shacks and oyster boats
Hide out on that forgotten coast
No ones gonna find me there
With my fishing pole and my rocking chair
Tell the woman i'll miss the most
He's down on that forgotten coast
Down the highway south i'll go
Wewahitchka to port saint joe
I'm gonna walk the beach with a pirates ghost
We'll haunt that old forgotten coast
I'm gonna cut my hair and change my name
When the percoden won't touch the pain
Tell the one I'll miss the most
He's gone down that forgotten coast
Tell the women I'll miss the most
He's down on that forgotten coast
