G Bm promised land G7 C Looks all right from where I stand.. Cm G D7 Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in.. Waiting on the first step, show me where the key is kept.. D Point me down the right line because it's time..
ref.: G G7 To let me in from the cold.. C C C/h Am Turn my lead into gold.. G Cause there's a chill wind blowin in my soul D And I think I'm growing old.. Flash the readies, wot's, the deal.. Got to make it to the next meal.. Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.. Mile after mile, stone after stone you turn to speak.. But you're alone, million miles from home.. you're on your own.. Ref.: So let me in from the cold.. Turn my lead into gold.. Cause there's a chill wind blowin in my soul and I think I'm growing old.. Fire bright by candle light and her by my side.. Or if she prefers we never stir again.. Someone sent the promised land.. And I grabbed it with both hands.. Now I'm the man on the inside looking out.. Ref.: Hear me shout.. Come on in.. What's the news, where you been.. Cause there's no wind left in my soul and I've grown old.... :)