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The Promised Land

I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia
California on my mind
I straddle that greyhound
Rode him into Raleigh
And on across Caroline
I had motortrouble
That turned into a struggle
Halfway across Alabama
And that 'Hound broke down
And left me all stranded
In downtown Birmingham

Right away I bought me a thru-train ticket
Riding across Mississppi clean
And I was the midnight flyer out of Biringham
Smoking into New Orleans
Sombody helped me get out of Louisiana
Just to help me get to Houston Town
There are people there who care a little about me
And they won't let a poor boy down

Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit
And they put luggage in my hand
And I woke up high over Albuqueque
On a jet to the Promised Land
Working on a T-bone steak I had a party
Flying over to the Golden State
When the pilot told me in thirteen minutes
He would get us at the Terminal gate

Swing low, chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the Terminal zone
Cut your engines and cool your wings
And let me make it to the telephone
Los Angeles, give me Norfolk, Virginia
Tidewater 41009
And tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land calling
And the poor boy's on the line

Swing low, chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the Terminal zone
And cut your engines, and you cool your wings
And let me make it to the telephone
Los Angeles, give me Norfolk, Virginia
Tidewater 41009
And tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land calling
And the poor boy's on the line
And tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land calling
And the big boy's on the line