Promise Land

Listenin' to Buck Owens sing a song about the sound of yesterday

Reminds me of a time so far gone where a man would work for pay

This world is goin' crazy, seems to have lost its head and gone insane

If you look into my eyes, honey, I'll show you the hope of a promised land

Lookin' out across this plain, I see a sky where colors start to fade

The blues have turned to blacks as the darkness covers over another day

The rider's chargin' hard, kickin' up that fear across the sand

If you take hold of my hand, darling, I'll lead you to that promised land

Go pack your things, baby, our time has come to leave the mess we've made

Don't waste your time on nursery rhymes or things you fear you cannot save