
I like Obi Wan more though

You oughta go north somebody told us
Cause the air is filled with gold dust
And fortune falls like snow flakes in your hands
Now I don't recall who said it
But we lived so long on credit
So we headed out to find our promised land
Just poor Smokey Mountain farm folk
With nothing more than high hopes
As we hitched our station wagon to a star
But our dreams all fell in on us
Cause there was no land of promise
And this stuggle keepin' sight of who you are