Promised Land
She told it this way.....
He said...San Francisco......
Then up to Mendocino
I said...can I go
He said...I guess you can
'Cause, long since Albuquerque
That's when he first hurt me
My heart's dying to divert me
To the promised land
And...oh, the nights are long
When you're playing tag along
And this old heartache..hanging on
Is getting out of hand
'Wish he would turn this car around
California...feels like shaky ground,
Why is it always one more town
To the promised land
Silence speaks behind the wheel
A change of plans....to Bakersfield
Where Merle Haggard got the feel
Of the lonesome legend man
"Can't say I'm having fun
In this California sun
But,I'm praying for another run
To the promised land
And...oh, the days are cold
When empty's all you've got to hold
And chase love down another road
'So hard to understand
This oak just ain't gonna bend
Maybe, as the story ends
I'll catch another poet's pen
To the promised land
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Copyright © Chuck Melugin | Year Posted 2014
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