The Promised Land - The Osmonds

Riding down to Memphis on a cold and dusty train

I got nothing in my pockets

All I own is just my name

Feeling kinda hungry

And my clothes look awful bad

But I gotta go see my baby

And I’m gonna be mighty glad

To get back to the promised land

Yeah, got to make it any way I can

Just got to taste that milk and honey

One more time

She’s gonna take me by the hand

Make me feel like a newborn man

When I get back to my baby

In the promised land

I thumbed a ride to Frisco

Hopped a train to Santa Fe

Cause every morning there’s a memory

Keeps me moving on my way

Now this special place I’m going

Someone’s waiting there for me

And it’s worth it all just knowing

Just how good it’s a gonna be

To get back to the promised land

Yeah, got to make it any way I can

Just got to taste that milk and honey

One more time

She’s gonna take me by the hand

Make me feel like a newborn man

When I get back to my baby

In the promised land