Music
and lyrics by Whitney Smith, ©1998, SOCAN
Drift
and misery! Drift and misery!
My
country loves the world, my country loves me.
Drift
and misery! Drift and misery!
Lord
Jesus said, ÒI promise thereÕll be rest for Thee.Ó
Once I had a home where IÕd been born,
Carolina
farm, lotsa cotton ÔnÕ corn,
Momma
said, ÒThis is your place, my son.Ó
But
I knew there was so much more could be done.
Drift
and misery! Drift and misery!
Gonna
find a piece Ôa land for to settle me.
Drift
and misery! Drift and misery!
Up
and down these hills like a jailbird free.
Got
a sack of seed and a ten dollar bill,
Got
some walkinÕ shoes and an iron will,
Gonna
make me rich like the preacher said
ÔCause
a man whose lean and hungry must be fed.
Must
be fed. Must be fed.
Drift
and misery! Drift and misery!
IÕm
a hired hand who ainÕt meant to be.
Drift
and misery! Drift and misery!
WhereÕs
the pretty little missy whoÕs my bride-to-be?
All
the towns I pass all look the same,
No
one welcomes me. Could it be my name?
But
the Lord, he said, there would be a sign Ñ
At
the right place IÕll make water into wine.
Drift
and misery! Drift and misery!
These
old shoes are worse than the scenery.
Drift
and misery! Drift and misery!
RockefellerÕs
gonna put me in his company!
Gotta
hurry to the city on the next fast freight.
Gonna
make me a plan, gonna set me a date.
When
I get to the city MommaÕs gonna be proud
How
her boy from the sticks sticks out in the crowd.
Drift
and misery! Drift and misery!
Sold
my place for a profit in the Bowery.
Drift
and misery! Drift and misery!
Gonna
buy a suit and join the Rotary!
Gonna
buy a suit, something dark like me
So
my friends who come will be glad to see
Their
pal made it good with a smiling face
He
finally dropped his bags and found his place.
Drift
and misery! Drift and misery!
My
country loves the world, my country loves me.
Drift
and misery! Drift and misery!
Lord
Jesus said, ÒI promise thereÕll be rest for thee.Ó
Rest
for thee. Rest for thee. Rest for thee.