Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jacob Gonzales
Guitar
Chris Libera
Guitar
Doah Lee
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sol Turpin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sol Turpin
Producer
Lirik
In a town way north of the city
Where days are cold and the nights are pretty
An old man stands there staring at a frying pan
While wind and rain they fight at the window
The sounds of train heard loud now dwindle
But the ticket in his pocket has a better plan
Up higher there's snow on the ground
And even in the light there's no one around
Caus all the people work inside all day
But maybe in the summer all snow will thaw
And we can buy ticket with the money from our job
Gotta leave this cold and get away
They come from the north
They come from the south
They come from the east
They all wanna get pleased
And put their feet in the sand
In the promise land
They want the best
They come to the west
They come for the fun
They come for the sun
Down south it's a different story
The swamp shines bright you can feel its glory
Knocking at your door to come inside
But inside there's an A/C blowing
It's flowing showing where your money's going
So you better save some dough to catch that ride
They come from the north
They come from the south
They come from the east
They all wanna get pleased
And put their feet in the sand
In the promise land
They want the best
They come to the west
They come from the north
They come from the south
They come from the east
They all wanna get pleased
And put their feet in the sand
In the promise land
They want the best
They come to the west
They come for the fun
They come for the sun
Written by: Sol Turpin
