When I Get Up to That Promised Land

When I get up to that Promised Land
When I get up to that Promised Land
When I get up to that Promised Land
Won’t have to tell nobody where I stand
When I get up to that Promised Land

…won’t have to lend no helping hand

…I’ll be playing guitar in a honky-tonk band

…I’ll be drinking whisky, shooting cans

…it’ll be the end of my best laid plans

…won’t have to dodge the police man

…every deal will be a winning hand