Visions of Plenty

I live south of Memphis
 In downtown Hollywood
 And these fields
 Are all I've ever known
 Season after season
 I have worked
 To find a way
 To buy a piece of land
 To call my own
 Sometimes
 When that Delta sun
 Comes beating down
 Well I swear
 Those rows of cotton
 Shine like gold
 Visions of plenty
 Roll across my mind
 Still my hands
 Are empty
 And the system's
 Going dry
 I keep thinking
 'Bout my children
 What's left
 Down here for them
 Just a cotton field
 Of dreams
 (Just a billboard
 full of dreams)
 And everybody's dreaming
 Everybody's dreaming
 Dreaming just like me
 A sign went up
 For Harrah's
 On Highway 61
 Promising we'd all
 Be winners soon
 So every Friday
 Evening I go
 And spin the wheel
 Sometimes I win
 Most times I lose
 These lights
 Are so much brighter
 Than I thought
 They'd be
 And they make me think
 I'll see
 My dreams come true