Down the highway South I'll go
Wewahitchka to Port St. Joe
I'm gonna walk the beach with a pirate's ghost
We'll haunt that 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 a road kill black bear roast
And get fat on that forgotten coast

No one's gonna find me there
With my steel guitar and my rocking chair
Among the seafood shacks and oyster boats
I'll hide out on that forgotten coast

No one's gonna find me there
With my fishing pole and my rocking chair
Tell the one I'll miss the most
He's down on that forgotten coast

Down the highway South I'll go
Wewahitchka to Port St. Joe
I'm gonna walk the beach with a pirate's ghost
We'll haunt that old forgotten coast

Gonna cut my hair and change my name
And when the percodan won't touch the pain
Tell the one I miss the most
He's down on that forgotten coast