Land of the Free

Little Elba how's the sun in South America

Does it shine upon the faces of the poor?

Do they see in it the brilliance of the place that's been prepared

And dwell upon the hope of what's in store

Or are they just like me do they only see

An opportunity to complain about the heat

And little Elba how's the rain in South America

Does it fall upon the roof tops of the sick

Do they thank the Lord for coming up with such a great idea

And dream about a place beyond all this

Or are they just like us do they gripe and fuss

About the rain and mud when they've had too much?

'Cause I'm just a little jealous

Of the nothing that you have

You're unfettered by the wealth of

Of a world that we pretend that's going to last

Well I'm weary of the spoils of my ambition

And I'm shackled by the comfort of my couch

Well I wish I had the courage to deny these of my self

And start to store my treasure in the clouds

Cause this is not my home

I do not belong where the antelope and the buffalo roam

And I'm just a little jealous

Of the nothing that you have

You're unfettered by the wealth of

Of a world that we pretend that's going to last

They say God's blessed us with plenty

I say you're blessed with poverty

Cause you never stop to wonder

Whether earth is just a little better than the land of the free

So I hope you're safe and dry in South America

'Cause I'm feeling pretty good in Tennessee

But may you never be so happy that you forget about your home

Your home in the land of the free