Lowlands

He came from the lowlands—
A farm in Tennessee that took the stand.
A baby too small to want much more,
To the west hills, he was taken for to grow.
His mother, a mystery—
Too wrapped up in her theories to attend—
His father wants so bad the simple life,
And neither took the time to raise him right.
Oh, he's gone back;
He's lookin' for a girl to ease his mind,
But I'm bettin' my last dime he won't return for a long, long time
'Cause he's lookin' for a different kind.
Now, back to Tennessee:
Summers fill where this road he's walkin' started;
People there still lived off washed-up dreams,
And we watched the fires burn down last year's fields.
Oh, he's gone back;
He's lookin' for a girl to ease his mind,
But I'm bettin' my last dime he won't return for a long, long time
'Cause he's lookin' for a different kind.
Now, cynical and jaded,
The Pacific coasters hold his head and heart—
A man who fares his own way with his pride,
But the proud ways leave an empty place inside.
Oh, he's gone back;
He's lookin' for a girl to ease his mind,
But I'm bettin' my last dime he won't return for a long, long time
'Cause he's lookin' for a different kind.
Yeah, he's out to find a different kind.