After You

I first saw you trapped on an old barstool
And on each shoulder, another drooling fool
Like wild dogs circling some soon-to-be-food
They were after you
They were after you
Shook my head and I wandered across the room
With some high-falutin' idea for saving you
Just one look in your eyes and I was an old dog too
I was after you
I was after you
We talked in tongues as the night fire grew
Fearing only the hour that we bid adieu
Well I knew right then that there would never be
Another woman after you
Oh, after you
And we found us a place in the mountains fine
I’d stare out from my porch and sing, «The hills are mine!»
And a cold wind would blow and you’d say, «Come inside»
And I followed after you
Chasing after you
And we had us a little boy and a little girl too
And we raised them up tall and told 'em all that’s true
And he took after me, and then right on cue
Oh, she took after you
Right after you
And on that wicked day when time followed through
And made your resting place 'neath the morning dew
I whispered in your ear, «What's to fear?», for soon
I’ll follow after you
Oh, after you