The Promise Land
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Look at me and I’ll be counting
All my chickens while I pound and kick and scratch
Staring on with great expectations
A privilege of where this boy was hatched
Cause heaven waits and quiets desperation
And it’s a wonder there’s a smile upon my face
‘Cause all I ever look toward is a happier place
In this promised land
Look at me I’m your patron saint
Hey watch all the wind roll off my back
The dirt don’t stick when the engine clicks
And my dreams keep me from slipping through the cracks
I’m a fool for love believing and the thunder
They crack my heels and visions of the dead
Yeah I’m bound to wake up number one and broken but fed
In this promised land
So let’s drink a toast to all them salty angels
Who walk on water and weather with belief
Let’s drink us down another tall round
And stumble in their footsteps on the street
‘Cause heaven waits and quiets desperation
And the only way I can see my face
Is to hope like hell there’s a happier place
Than this promised land
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