Living Proof
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Oh I shook the branches on the money tree
And all the leaves fell to my feet
Oh I ain't got time for no seeds to grow
So I guess I'll pack my things and go
I got a basement apartment in God's country
Well it ain't no worse than the penthouse suite
In the dirty old city that I left today
I packed my things and I drove away
Yeah I packed my shit and I drove away
And as for the writing on the wall
I swear it's the gospel truth
Had ya asked me for what it might be worth
Had ya asked me for the proof
Now I'm on a bus to Saskatoon
I'm stuck beside a bride and a groom
Oh she ain't quite sure if he's the one
She says her daddy won't love a bastard son
Well he had no money but he took her hand
And he gave her his mamma's wedding band
Say we're goin' west to the oil sand
Pack your bag mamma for the Promised Land
He said pack your bag baby for the Promised Land
And as for the writing on the wall
I swear it's the Gospel truth
Had ya asked me what it might be worth
Had ya asked me for the proof
I'm the living proof
Now I'm headin' home for some peace and rest
When the devil reared her ugly head
Could you send his daughter my regards
Cause I'm flyin' home with a broken heart
Yeah I'm headin' home with a broken heart
And as for the writing on the wall
I don't know what to be the truth
Had ya asked me for what it all was worth
Had ya asked me for the proof
But he never asked me for the proof