Living in the Promised Land...

we are the multitudes.. lend up a helping hand
is there no love anymore
living in the promised land
(unreal guitar part... soulful, beautiful.. he makes that guitar sing)
living in the promised land
our dreams are made of steel
a prayer on every... (kid talked) room for everyone
living in the promise land

Happy Almost July 4th weekend..

Such a beautiful song.. soulful, deep.. true.

Give us your tired and weak.. we will make them strong
................sing along................time to mend
there's still alot of love.. living in the promise land

oh i feel so good in ways..
there is a winding road.. across the shifting sands..
:)

shifting sands..
beautiful song

staring..
yes..shifting sands..

Waiting for storms to form
watching clouds climb high
pondering the things we don't undersetand
about life and love and things things we don't understand

and America... July 4th

Tore my room apart looking for a CD with Pancho and Lefty on it...
friend on hurricanecity mentioned Willie..
all day I heard lyrics to Pancho and Lefty in my mind...

found it.. found Living in the Promised Lands and Mendocino County Line

ill be back
just marking time...
on the eve of the 4th of July... 2 years.. 3?? losing track
is that wierd or what?

Bobbi

Living on the road my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath's as hard as kerosene
You weren't your mama's only boy
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And sank into your dreams

Pancho was a bandit boys
His horse was fast as polished steel
Wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dying words
That's the way it goes

All the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him hang around
Out of kindness I suppose

Lefty he can't sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south
Ended up in Lefty's mouth
The day they laid poor Pancho low
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go
There ain't nobody knows

All the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness I suppose

The poets tell how Pancho fell
Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold
So the story ends we're told
Pancho needs your prayers it's true,
But save a few for Lefty too
He just did what he had to do
Now he's growing old

A few gray federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so wrong
Out of kindness I suppose