you won't find it on the map.
those million -dollar homes
There's a campground on the ocean,
where all the real people go
welcome to the promised land
Unhitch the trailer from the pickup,
put a cold one in my hand
I don't need no fancy high -rise,
my family's here with me,
Roll out the carpet grass,
All the awnings down for shade,
String up those jalapeno Christmas lights,
Our new home is looking great,
Put on shades and sunscreen too,
Stake out a little piece of real estate,
Welcome to the promised land
Unhitch the trailer from the pickup
Put a cold one in my hand
I don't need no fancy high ride
I got all I'll ever need,
got my family here with me,
Campfire biscuits for breakfast
play all day long on beaches,
just like all rich folks do.
Tonight we're fishin' off the jetty,
countin' stars up till the dawn.
Grab that fishin' pole tighter, son,
I think you've got a big one on.
welcome to the promised land
Unhitch that trailer from
Put a cold one in my hand
I don't need no fancy high rise
Got my family here with me,
Got my family here with me,
