Living in the Promised Land

One of these cold, dark mornings
won't be very long
You're gonna try to find me but
I'll be already gone
Gone like jet plane flying
gone like your money spent
whole lot of people gonna scratch their heads
and wonder just where I went

Somebody tell my father
Somebody tell my mother
somebody tell somebody
I am living in the promised land
Somebody tell my sister
somebody tell my brother
somebody tell somebody
I am living in the promised land.

On the far side of Jordon
losing these Earthly blues
making my way down golden streets
wearing my dancing shoes
(I'll) dance cause my trouble's over
(I'll) dance cause I reached the top
I'll dance for a million years or more
cause it feels too good to stop

Tell all the sinners
tell all the saints
somebody tell them where I am
and tell them where I ain't
Tell everybody
Till they understand
Ain't no better livin' than just livin' in the promised land