I dreamed I was dying in Texas
I closed my eyes and I sighed
Like a black and white movie I saw my days
Playing out before my eyes
I was crippled by a life of injustice
I was bent from walking into the wind
I pled guilty on the day of judgment
God just shook my hand and grinned
And He said

Come on in
You did the best that you could do
There's a little bit of right in every wrong
There's a little bit of Me in you

Sister I know that you're weary
You've been slaving in the sun all day
The burden of life in your belly
Sorrow in your heart of clay
Your husband was a man of passion
And passion stole your husband away
And your son gave his life for your freedom
But you feel like a prisoner anyway
Sister

I left my home and my family
Put my shoes in the dust of this land
Found a job and a woman
But nothing went the way I planned
I was ambushed by my own good intentions
Used up every dollar I earned
So I went back to the home of my father
Said your American son has returned
Dad, your American son has returned
He said