Promised Land
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We left my home in Norfolk Virginia,
California on my mind
I straddled that greyhound,
Rode him past Raleigh, On across Caroline
We Stopped in Charlotte we bypassed Rock Hill,
And we never was a minute late
Ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,
Rollin' cross the Georgia state
Right away, I bought me a through train ticket,
Ridin' cross Mississippi clean
I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Help me get to Houston town
There are some folks who care a little bout me
And they wont let the poor boy down
Workin' on a t-bone steak à la carte
Flying over to the golden state;
The pilot told me in thirteen minutes
Wed be headin' in the terminal gate.
Slow down 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
The poor boy is on the line

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English (United States)
Added by: FrancisMorin, January 1, 2008 at 07:00am
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