One of these cold, dark mornings Won't be very long You're gonna try to find me but I'll be already gone Gone like jet plane flying Gone like your money spent Whole lot of people gonna scratch their heads And wonder just where I went Somebody tell my father Somebody tell my mother Somebody tell somebody I am living in the promised land Somebody tell my sister Somebody tell my brother Somebody tell somebody I am living in the promised land. On the far side of Jordon Losing these Earthly blues Making my way down golden streets Wearing my dancing shoes (I'll) dance cause my trouble's over (I'll) dance cause I reached the top I'll dance for a million years or more Cause it feels too good to stop Tell all the sinners Tell all the saints Somebody tell them where I am And tell them where I ain't Tell everybody Till they understand Ain't no better livin' than just livin' in the promised land