Promised Land

Promised Land

dedicated to my friends,

Johnny Black and Bill Mac

by

The Showman's Poet

Riley Lincoln

West Palm Beach, FL

June, 2011

I headed north out of Pahokee

A wheel fell off the car.

It rolled so far I couldn't see,

then I lost the key.

Jumped an old freight train heading south,

and I got that old cotton mouth.

Gonna jump off this old train

and catch a plane.

Gonna go to that island in the sun,

the "promised land"

Gonna go to where the big weed grows.

Only one man knows

and he says there are

big buds everyday.

That's the way

I wanna pass the time away.

He says whiskey flows

from the local spring,

you lay around

all day and sing.

Levon will be there

playing his drums real loud,

there will be pickups

from all around.

Dylan will be there

with his sound.

This is where the 72 virgins live,

so they say,

and you get to sit and watch railroad trains

go by all day.

This is the promised land.

You don't need any money in your hand.

Everything is free.

This is the promised land

and the big white line is oh so fine.

The drug store is open day and night.

Mr. Feelgood will make you feel right.

The big white horse grazes in the hills.

To me, it's chills,

to some, it's thrills.

This is the promised land.

You only need a one-way ticket for the plane,

and there's a 100 percent discount

if it looks like rain.

Your dog and cat

fly for free.

They get to sit

on your knee.

The plane has no wings....

you don't need any of those things.

You're going to the promised land.

So when your life goes south,

get your ticket in hand

and come to the promised land.

The sun shines all day,

the moon shines all night,

and the stars are always

really bright.

A nice warm breeze

blows in from the sea.

This is where

you will find me....

The Promised Land