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Well, I don't know who you think I am But I belong in the promised land I don't know who you think I am But I'll be ready at the Father's hand I may never know money, I'll never know fame But I've wrestled too long to lose my name I got a mouth full of blood and my knuckles are blue But I'll sleep real good, baby, how ‘bout you? Baby, how ‘bout you? I don't know who you think I am But I belong in the promised land I don't know who you think I am But I'll be ready at the Father's hand At the Father's hand Oh Lord, take me home When my soul is good and grown Oh Lord, take me home I won't have done this walk alone I don't know who you think I am I belong in the promised land I don't know who you think I am But I'll be ready at the Father's hand I don't know who you think I am But I belong in the promised land I don't know who you think I am But I'll be ready at the Father's hand From Letras Mania