Brother and sister, mama and pa
Living in a trailer in Arkansas
When you coming home son, well, I don't know
Still got a couple of wild oats to sow
I'm just doing what I do best
Living out the legend of the Golden West
Flying like an eagle, walking like a man
Chasing my angel through the promised land
Friday evening when the sun go down
It's a five-star party in a one-bar town
Dawn come early, but that's all right
We can get a head start on Saturday night
'Cause I'm just doing what I do best
Running with the devil and the dispossessed
Waiting on a mission, trying to make a plan
Chasing my angel through the promised land
People say, "Son you gonna come to harm
Better fly right, better stay down on the farm"
But there ain't no farm left to stay down on
And all my reasons for staying are gone
I don't know, but I've been told
Southern politician ain't got no soul
My mama said it now, believe it's true
They don't give a damn about me and you
'Cause they just doing what they do best
Working for the rich and stealing from the rest
So put me on a highway, catch me if you can
Chasing my angel through the promised land
One fine morning when my ship come in
Gonna pack my fortune, take it home again
Stack my sorrows like stones until
I've built me a mansion on a high, high hill
'Cause I'm just doing what I do best
Setting up my table in the wilderness
Swimming in the river, dancing in the sand
Chasing my angel through the promised land
Chasing my angel through the promised land
Chasing my angel through the promised land