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Promised Land

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I left my home in Norfolk Virginia,
California on my mind.
Straddled that Greyhound,
Rode him past Raleigh,
On across Caroline.

We had motor trouble
It turned into a struggle,
Half way 'cross Alabam,
Well that 'hound broke down
And left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham.

Right away, I bought me
A through train ticket,
Ridin' cross Mississippi clean
And I was on that midnight flyer
Out of Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans.

Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town.
There are people there
Who care a little 'bout me
And they won't let
The poor boy down.

MUSIC BREAK

Sure as you're born,
they bought me a silk suit,
Put luggage in my hands,
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land.

Workin' on a T-bone steak
A la carte
Flying over to the Golden State;
The pilot told me
In thirteen minutes
We'd be headin'
In the terminal gate.

Swing low sweet chariot,
Come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone;
Cut your engines,
Cool your wings,
And let me make it
To the telephone.

Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia,
Tidewater four ten O nine
Tell the folks back home
This is the promised land callin'
And the poor boy's on the line.

MUSIC BREAK

Workin' on a T-bone steak
a la carte
Flying over to the Golden State;
The pilot told me
In thirteen minutes
We'd be headin'
In the terminal gate.

Swing low sweet chariot,
Come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone;
Cut your engines,
Cool your wings,
And let me make it
To the telephone.

Los Angeles
give me Norfolk Virginia,
Tidewater four ten O nine
Tell the folks back home
This is the promised land callin'
And the poor boy's on the line.