No one told him 'bout these roaches that intimidate his wife, And he isn't quite prepared for the national way of life. The crowds that press upon him are intolerable at best, And the heat he isn't used to usually robs him of his rest. The people that he used to think he loved with all his heart, Are suddenly the folk who seem to tear his life apart. The local pastor drinking wine, the deacon smokes a pipe - Back home in Middle USA, we don't accept that type. But he gets few answers from them, in most cases no, not once.
Nationals calling at odd hours make demands for many chores.
They do not return the favors but keep reaching out for more. He can't stand the local menus, but can't buy the food he wants. His kids don't like the schooling, and they are harassed by taunts. Like what he often dreamed of on the deputation miles. But it didn't show the prices so often out of reach.