Andrew Peterson - Land Of The Free (Live) lyrics

Little Elba how's the sun in South America Does it shine upon the faces of the poor? Do they see in it the brilliance of the place that's been prepared And dwell upon the hope of what's in store Or are they just like me do they only see An opportunity to complain about the heat And little Elba how's the rain in South America Does it fall upon the roof tops of the sick Do they thank the Lord for coming up with such a great idea And dream about a place beyond all this Or are they just like us do they gripe and fuss About the rain and mud when they've had too much? Cause I'm just a little jealous Of the nothing that you have You're unfettered by the wealth of Of a world that we pretend that's going to last Well I'm weary of the spoils of my ambition And I'm shackled by the comfort of my couch Well I wish I had the courage to deny these of my self And start to store my treasure in the clouds Cause this is not my home I do not belong where the antelope and the buffalo roam And I'm just a little jealous Of the nothing that you have You're unfettered by the wealth of Of a world that we pretend that's going to last They say God's blessed us with plenty I say you're blessed with poverty Cause you never stop to wonder Whether earth is just a little better than the land of the free So I hope you're safe and dry in South America Cause I'm feeling pretty good in Tennessee But may you never be so happy that you forget about your home Your home in the land of the free