Tin Roof

Maybe the streets are gold And there's a table with plenty room Maybe we don't grow old And we got nothing to lose Maybe in the Promise Land There's a choir when you walk through Oh, but I pray Heaven is like rain on a tin roof Maybe the sun don't set And the waters don't rise Maybe we don't forget How to laugh like a child Maybe in the Promise Land We're all made for what we do Oh, but I pray Heaven is like rain on a tin roof Washing away Washing away my sorrows Giving me faith Giving me faith to follow a new tomorrow They tell me in the Promise Land There are mansions to choose Oh, but I pray Heaven is like rain on a tin roof