The land of milk and honey, they say it is the land of money.

You always got to be prepared but you never know for what.

Bent out of shape from society's pliers, cares not to come up any higher, but rather get you down in the hole that he's in.

You five and ten cent women with nothing in your heads, I got a real gal I'm loving and Lord I'll love her 'til I'm dead.

Sometimes it's not enough to know what things mean, sometimes you have to know what things don't mean.

Stay free of petty jealousies, live by no man's code, and hold your judgment for yourself, lest you wind up on this road.

Well, the moral of the story, The moral of this song, Is simply that one should never be Where one does not belong. So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin', Help him with his load, And don't go mistaking Paradise For that home across the road.