Lyrics

Boots In the Promise Land

I’m dreaming of Nashville, I know I’m on my way,
cuz I’m back in the saddle, with all my soul got to say.
I’m strutting down Broadway, with RCA on demand,
In the circle at the Opry, with a Martin in my hand.

My dreams are in black and white,
My heart is in my hand.
I’d fall right into your arms,
With my boots in the promise land.

I’m drinking at the Orchid, just me, Waylon, & Hank,
I’m smokin' with Willie, ’til this bus runs out it’s tank.
I’m screaming at the Ryman, all seven nights a week,
I’m dancing off with Dolly, sliding cheek to cheek.

My dreams are in black and white,
My heart is in my hand.
I’d fall right into your arms,
With my boots in the promise land.

I’m leaving with your daughter, ‘cuz I’m the talk of Tennessee,
But right now I’ll keep on dreaming, with this empty bottle of beam.

My dreams are in black and white,
My heart is in my hand.
I’d fall right into your arms,
With my boots in the promise land.