Lyrics

Don't give me your copper religion
I prefer my truth served up on gold
And don't tell me I'm under suspicion
That's just a bill of goods that you've been sold

You can waste your life and time on mythology
Invent the lies that make me smaller in your eyes
One two three in the palm of your hand
Next day you're headed to the promised land
One two three in the palm of your hand
Next day you're headed to the promised land
But All I wanted to do
All I wanted to do {dead stop}was get out of here alive

I've known some men and they tried to break me
I've known some women and they tried to shake
and in the halls of power they tried to quake me
You know it ain't been easy
Sometimes I've had to turn and walk away
One two three in the palm of your hand
Next day you're headed to the promised land
One two three in the palm of your hand
Next day you're headed to the promised land
All I wanted to do
All I wanted to do {dead stop}was get out of here alive

Guitar solo with stops

I've been standing in the pit of fire
and I waged a war with my own soul
Stood face to face with my desire
and I took my mind to a finer goal
You know it been ain't been easy
Sometimes I've had to burn and fade away
One two three in the palm of your hand
Next day you're headed to the promised land
One two three in the palm of your hand
Next day you're headed to the promised land
All I wanted to do
All I wanted to do {dead stop} was get out of here alive