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PRODUCT OF THE PROMISED LAND © 1999 K.Dykes
Well, I live in a one bedroom apartment
I work a dead end job from nine to five
I’ve got an old beat up car that I’ve been driving
I barely make ends meet but I get by
And I dream of the day I’d win the lotto
Cause I just can’t let the good life pass me by
I can’t seem to get ahead but I keep trying
Day after day I just sit and cry
Oh but I am just a product of the promised land
I’ve got big dreams but no one seems to give a damn
I smoke cheap cigarettes and rolled up contraband
I drink beer and whiskey every chance I can
But I am no villain, no I am just a common man
A product of the promised land
My how times have changed
And it seems to rearrange all that’s in it’s way
Well, it looks like nothing ever stays the same
And it just keeps changing from day to day
Well, I must admit the grass has always looked just
a little bit greener in the neighbor’s yard
it’s hard not to notice all their pretty flower’s on the front lawn
but I know, yes I know, that one day my ship will come in
and I believe that someday my six numbers are gonna win