Jonathan Vandenbroeck - The Orange Grove lyrics

[Intro] Whoa, whoa [Verse 1] A pretty steel and coal town In a quiet street An ordinary brick home With a number 33 Growing up in these suburbs Myriam took a vow That she and her brothers Should try to change the here and now [Chorus] For the promised land is why they drove Whoa, to the orange grove Whoa, to the orange grove Whoa, to the orange grove [Verse 2] Falling into the wrong crowd Before the great divide Riding his motorcycle one night Is how her brother died Later her fights with her parents They told she had changed Also that a marriage To Ha**an had been arranged [Chorus] For the promised land is why they drove Whoa, to the orange grove Whoa, to the orange grove Whoa, to the orange grove [Bridge] She became a much older man's wife Down the Diyala River they would ride Whoa, whoa [Verse 3] And from their tiny apartment Down [?] they drive In the white Mercedes Just like Bonnie and Clyde It's how the story ended In a smoking whirl The headlines showed a picture Of a smiling western girl [Chorus] For the promised land is why they drove Whoa, to the orange grove Whoa, to the orange grove Whoa, to the orange grove For the promised land is why they drove Whoa, to the orange grove Whoa, to the orange grove Whoa, to the orange grove [Chorus] For the promised land is why they drove Whoa, to the orange grove Whoa, to the orange grove Whoa, to the orange grove