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daddy worked the river as a flat boat manto pay the rent at the holy landa trailer park in a shantytownhook up and water, no money down. . . in the holy landmomma sipped her whiskey from a chipped tea cupshe crossed her legs and held her pinkie straight upbourbon, bitters, a sugarcubeit ain't a mint julep, but it'll do. . . in the holy landi know'd jimmy since we were kidswhatever he wanted is whatever we didlying by the river where the rushes grew highgrowing up fast 'neath the midnight sky. . . in the holy landwe used to race that northbound trainmotorcycle pumping like a junkie's veinour headlight was the moon aboveand the road curled 'round us like a tunnel of lovewhen the days dragged by like a wounded dogin the delta dirt of broken dollshey, hi, we would flyto the cool muddy waters of the riversideLetras de cancionesin the holy landmomma died drunk and daddy died straightjimmy left town on that northbound trainfolks all swore the boy'd go far'cuz he played like a demon on a slide guitarhe said he'd sing for me and the holy landand me, i don't do much but count my careson this sagging front porch in momma's old chairchain smoking small talk with mary jolistenin' for jimmy on the radiosing for me and the holy landcome on, boy, and sing for me in the holy land! We used to race. . . From Letras Mania