Promised Land


I left my home in Norfolk VirginiaCalifornia on my mindI straddled that GreyhoundAnd rode into RaleighAnd on across Caroline
We had motor trouble that turn into a struggleHalfway across Alabam'And that hound broke down and left us all strandedIn downtown Birmingham
Right away I brought me a through train ticketRidin' across Mississippi cleanAnd I was on that midnight flyer out of BirminghamSmoking into New Orleans
Somebody help me get out of LouisianaJust to help me get to Houston TownThere are people there who care a little about meAnd they won't let the poor boy down
Sure as you're born brought me a silk suitPut luggage in my handAnd I woke up high over AlberquerqueOn a jet to the promised land
Working on a T-bone steak a la carte Flying over to the golden stateAh when the pilot told us in thirteen minutesHe would set us at the terminal gate
Swing low chariot come down easyTaxi to the terminal zoneCut your engines and cool your wingsAnd let me make it to the telephone
Los Angeles give me Norfolk VirginiaTidewater four ten o nineTell the folks back home this is the promised land callingAnd the poor boy is on the line
Working on a T-bone steak a la carte Flying over to the golden stateAh when the pilot told us in thirteen minutesHe would set us at the terminal gate







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