Land Of The Free

<p>Little Elba how&#x27;s the sun in South America<br/>Does it shine upon the faces of the poor?<br/>Do they see in it the brilliance of the place that&#x27;s been prepared<br/>And dwell upon the hope of what&#x27;s in store<br/>Or are they just like me do they only see<br/>An opportunity to complain about the heat<br/><br/>And little Elba how&#x27;s the rain in South America<br/>Does it fall upon the roof tops of the sick<br/>Do they thank the Lord for coming up with such a great idea<br/>And dream about a place beyond all this<br/>Or are they just like us do they gripe and fuss<br/>About the rain and mud when they&#x27;ve had too much?<br/><br/>Cause I&#x27;m just a little jealous<br/>Of the nothing that you have<br/>You&#x27;re unfettered by the wealth of<br/>Of a world that we pretend that&#x27;s going to last<br/>Well I&#x27;m weary of the spoils of my ambition<br/>And I&#x27;m shackled by the comfort of my couch<br/>Well I wish I had the courage to deny these of my self<br/>And start to store my treasure in the clouds<br/>Cause this is not my home<br/>I do not belong where the antelope and the buffalo roam<br/><br/>And I&#x27;m just a little jealous<br/>Of the nothing that you have<br/>You&#x27;re unfettered by the wealth of<br/>Of a world that we pretend that&#x27;s going to last<br/><br/>They say God&#x27;s blessed us with plenty<br/>I say you&#x27;re blessed with poverty<br/>Cause you never stop to wonder<br/>Whether earth is just a little better than the land of the free<br/><br/>So I hope you&#x27;re safe and dry in South America<br/>Cause I&#x27;m feeling pretty good in Tennessee<br/>But may you never be so happy that you forget about your home<br/>Your home in the land of the free