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Hey!
In the Promised Land
A cracked artifact under the sand
There is meaning here
Rest easy there's nothing to fear
Noble men with noble notions
They don't make one drop in the ocean
But what I see's not what I'm hearing
Despite this empty cheering
I was born in a Southern town; I can't take this old run around
I was raised here and here I'll die, underneath this Georgia sky
First cut me deeper, I'll sink in deeper and deeper
First cut me deeper, I won't play follow the leader
Gloryline
Gloryline
Gloryline
Hey!
1968 A buring cross and a circle of hate
A boy became a man
Felt youth slip out of his hands
A river flows into the ocean
This trains been set in motion
I saw fire, I smelled it burning
Somewhere the tide was turning
I was born in a Southern town; I can't take this old run around
I was raised here and here I'll die, underneath this Georgia sky
First cut me deeper, I'll sink in deeper and deeper
First cut me deeper, I won't play follow the leader
Gloryline
Gloryline
Gloryline
On a carausel
We take a path we remember so well
There's a shinny ring
Its tied to all that Heaven can bring
The preachers stand atop their Bibles
But they won't be held liable
They'll just tell the same old story
This train is bound for glory
I was born in a Southern town; I can't take this old run around
I was raised here and here I'll die, underneath this Georgia sky
First cut me deeper, I sink in deeper and deeper
First cut me deeper, I won't play follow the leader
Gloryline
Gloryline
Gloryline