I saw you at the police station

And it breaks my heart to say

Your eyes had wandered off to something distant

Cold and grey

I guess you didn't see it coming

Someone's gotten used to slumming

Dreaming of the golden years

I see you had to change careers

Far away but we both know it's somewhere

I saw you on the back page

Of some free press yesterday

The driftwood in your eyes

Said nothing short of love for pay

I know you from another picture

Of someone with the most convictions

We used to read the funny papers

Fooled around and pulled some capers

Not today send a message to her

A message that I'm coming coming to pursue her

Down home country

I rest my face on your bed

I've got you ten times over

I'll chase you down 'til you're dead

I saw you on a TV station and it made me wanna pray

An empty shell of loveliness is now dusted with decay

What happened to the funny paper

Smiling was your money maker

Someone oughta situate her

Find a way to educate her

All the way time to come and find you

You can't hide from me girl

So never mind what I do

Down home country

I rest my face on your bed

I met my soul mate country

And I left it all for your head

I saw you in the church and there was no time to exchange

You were getting married and it felt so very strange

I guess I didn't see it coming

Now I guess it's me who's bumming

Dreaming of the golden years

You and I were mixing tears

Not today not for me but someone

I never could get used to so now I will refuse to

Down home country

I rest my face on your bed

I met my soul mate country

And I left it all for your head

I've got my best foot forward

And I'll chase you down 'til you're dead