Lyrics The Promised Land - Eric Bibb

Fourteen hours a day behind a mule an′ a plow
Trying' to make a dollar, baby
I don′t see how -
Don't own this farm, don't own this mule
Can′t win this game -
They keep changing′ the rules

Born with the blues in my bones
On my way to the Promised Land

Sometimes I wonder - When I look at the face
Seem like one step forward - two steps back
Things get better for a while
Then they get worst...
Lord, deliver me from under this curse

Born with blues in my bones
On my way to the Promised Land
Born with blues in my bones
On my way to the Promised Land

You could take my song, take my picture
But a change gonna come
It's written in Scripture
You know the seas where parted
Pharaoh′s army got drowned
We shall all overcome
You can't turn us around

Born with the blues in my bones
On my way to the Promised Land

Born with the blues in my bones
On my way to the Promised Land
Born with the blues in my bones
On my way to the Promised Land