God's Country

Remember when I whispered in your ear

with whiskey on my breath?

A cottonmouth grew out your hair and bit me on the lip.

That fine day, when I was still hooked on depression.

My life back home was to hard to mention.

I was riding around looking for a place to be.

Lost out here in God's country.

Get off late at night and all I think is you.

Waiting up all night, to see the sun burst

in my room.

Memories grow old with their a long descension.

I was always the one with all the cruel intentions.

I was riding around looking for a time to leave,

Garbed up, dolled up and ready to flee. Like a gold lipped saint waiting on his christening.

I ain't ever seen a pretty thing

Until I met you.

Cigarettes packed down in the Crown Vic.

Your puppy eyes stare me down with a cow lick.

In this town, honey even the trees lean with a grudge.

 In the bar room you told me you had enough.

You were, sick and tired of everything.

Looking for something other than God's country.

Where'd you go my love?

Come find me, cause I need a break

Your sisters on the phone

told me you made your escape

That you're out here wandering

in the wild world again

and you can't stand it.

Riding in a greyhound trying to find love

choking down a bottle and high on rocks,

You asked Lazarath, baby have you had enough?

I tell her no, honey I can still smell my own blood.

Riding around looking for a place to be

Looking for something other than God's country

Like a ghost in the hillock whispering.

I ain't ever seen a pretty thing

Until I met you.