The postman brought a letter for my darling I told him that she left here long ago He wondered if I knew where she headed I told him everything I know
Greener pastures is where she can be found Greener pastures is where my baby was bound
My calloused hands tell the story Of the hard life and times I have seen When all around had fields of plenty The seeds I sowed came up lean
That greener pastures... [ fiddle ] I promised her a life of milk and honey I promised her a never ending love I promised her she'd never be unhappy I guess sometimes a promise ain't enough
That greener pastures... That's where my baby was bound
