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

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Appears on ‘No Telling When‘ available in the store.

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