Story Behind The Song
Dickie loves the wide-open spaces. He would often feel confined to his little piece of earth in the city, and dream of the open country and being with the girl of his dreams. A house with a porch on the plains, a dog by his side, and a women to share hi
Song Description
A song about a passionate desire to escape the pressure and confinement of the city; to rest, dream and love in a land of peace and promise, and to reclaim some personal sanity.
Song Length |
4:23 |
Genre |
Country - Rock, Rock - Easy Listening |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Peaceful, Poignant |
Subject |
City, Dreams |
Similar Artists |
Hall & Oates, Harry Chapin |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
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Lyrics
There is a promise land. I?m leaning back on my porch
And there?s a calm in my soul watching the sun go down.
I know I would drown in the city.
And there?s a big yellow dog lying in front of me.
We both have things we should do, but this sunset is something to see. Then I wake up alone in the city.
Lord, you know, sometimes I feel like these four walls
Will someday take my place. And I?ve tried to play their game,
But it evades me how these rats keep up this breakneck pace.
That?s why I steal these moments when I can.
If I could, I?d take your hand, slip off to the promise land
And maybe you would see there?s still some sanity.
Looked in your eyes, I promised you
I?d survive no matter what you do.
Adios and until then I?ll bide my time in the promise land.
In my promise land I?m leaning back on my porch
And there?s a peace in my heart watching this red sunrise.
I know I would die in the city.
And there?s a beautiful girl curling up next to me.
There are some things I should say, but this sunrise is something to see. Then I wake up alone in the city.
Lord, you know, sometimes I feel this city?s choked the life right out of me. And it?s been so long since I?ve seen the earth,
There?s concrete just as far as these two eyes can see.
That?s why I steal these moments when I can,
If I could, I?d take your hand, slip off to the promise land
And maybe you would see there?s still some sanity.
There?s still some sanity. There?s still some sanity.
c 1991 Dickie Christopher / Christopher-Sharratt Productions