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the promised land brother and sister, mama and pa
livin in a trailer in arkansas
when ya comin home son, well i don’t know
still got a couple wild oats to sow
cause i’m just doin what i do best
livin out the legend of the golden west
flyin like an eagle, walkin like a man
chasin my angel through the promised land
friday evenin when the sun go down
it’s a five-star party in a one-bar town
dawn come early but that’s all right
we can get a head start on saturday night
cause i’m just doin what i do best
runnin with the devil and the dispossessed
waitin on a mission, tryin to make a plan
chasin my angel through the promised land
people say son you’re gonna come to harm
better fly right, better stay down on the farm
but there ain’t no farm left to stay down on
and all of my reasons for stayin are gone
i don’t know, but i’ve been told
a yankee politician ain’t got no soul
my mama said it and i believe it’s true
they don’t give a damn about me and you
cause they just doin what they do best
workin for the rich, and stealin from the rest
so put me on a highway, catch me if you can
chasin my angel through the promised land
now one fine mornin when my ship come in
gonna pack my fortune, take it home again
stack my sorrows like stones until
i have build me a mansion on a high, high hill
cause i’m just doin what i do best
settin up my table in the wilderness
swimmin in the river, dancin in the sand
chasin my angel through the promised land
chasin my angel through the promised land
chasin my angel through the promised land
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