Janesville
I'm going down to Janesville in the morning
Try to catch a job as a hired hand
I'm going down to Janesville without warning
Some folks say that it's the Promised Land
This withered town with fields of brown has finally worn me down
My hopes have dried up and they've blown away
Janesville has a river where the water tastes like wine
And they say the sun shines every day
I'm going down to Janesville in the morning
Try to catch a job as a hired hand
I'm going down to Janesville without warning
Some folks say that it's the Promised Land
Now I don't know but I've been told it never does get cold
In Janesville it's springtime all year 'round
They say the soil is rich just like chocolate in your hands
Drop a seep and the plants jump from the ground
I'm going down to Janesville in the morning
Try to catch a job as a hired hand
I'm going down to Janesville without warning
Some folks say that it's the Promised Land
It might be true or untrue but what else can I do
There's nothing left here to be done
If I don't leave tomorrow I might never get away
Lookout Janesville here I come
I'm going down to Janesville in the morning
Try to catch a job as a hired hand
I'm going down to Janesville without warning
Some folks say that it's the Promised Land
Try to catch a job as a hired hand
I'm going down to Janesville without warning
Some folks say that it's the Promised Land
This withered town with fields of brown has finally worn me down
My hopes have dried up and they've blown away
Janesville has a river where the water tastes like wine
And they say the sun shines every day
I'm going down to Janesville in the morning
Try to catch a job as a hired hand
I'm going down to Janesville without warning
Some folks say that it's the Promised Land
Now I don't know but I've been told it never does get cold
In Janesville it's springtime all year 'round
They say the soil is rich just like chocolate in your hands
Drop a seep and the plants jump from the ground
I'm going down to Janesville in the morning
Try to catch a job as a hired hand
I'm going down to Janesville without warning
Some folks say that it's the Promised Land
It might be true or untrue but what else can I do
There's nothing left here to be done
If I don't leave tomorrow I might never get away
Lookout Janesville here I come
I'm going down to Janesville in the morning
Try to catch a job as a hired hand
I'm going down to Janesville without warning
Some folks say that it's the Promised Land
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Writer(s): Billy Kemp
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