The Promised Land - Dave Carter, Tracy Grammer

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

And 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