Live Tonight in the Promised Land

Well he’s a product that only America
Can create
He’s a free spirit highway cowboy
They used to crowd em all around the stage
Many women and miles lots of songs in the rain
All kinds of cool stories later
He sees a full head of grey and a few more lines
In the mirror
Yeah he’s a veteran of the oilfield and the honky-tonks
Been tried and come out true
There ain’t much ever come his way easy
But he always did what he had to do
So he leans back in his front porch rockin chair
And kicks the day off
And with the daily news and two shots of bourbon
In his coffee cup
Yeah he thinks about what’s round the bend up ahead
In his path
And he figures he better bring a pen
To sign ol St Peters cowboy hat
Yeah well he’s gonna shake ol Waylon’s hand
And meet back stage with the band
And sing to a billion new fans they been waitin on him
Yeah he’s live tonight in the promised land