Promised Land

Verse Left my home in Norfolk, Virginia, California on my mind. I straddled that Greyhound, rode him into Raleigh, and on across Caro-line. We drived by Charlotte and drove through Rock Hill, and we never was a minute late. We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown, rollin' out of Georgia state. We had motor trouble, it turned into a struggle, Half way 'cross Ala-bam, And the 'hound broke down and left us all stranded, in downtown Birming-ham Right away, I bought me a through-train ticket, straight across Mississippi clean I hopped aboard that midnight flyer, smoking into New Or-leans. Solo Somebody gotta help me get out of Louisiana, gotta help me get to Houston Town There's an uncle there who cares a bit about me, and he won't let the poor boy down Well sure as you're born they bought me a silk suit, put some luggage in my hand And I woke up high over Alburquerque, on a jet to the promised land, yeah yeah yeah Solo Somebody gotta help me get out of Louisiana, gotta help me get to Houston Town There's an uncle there who cares a bit about me, and he won't let the poor boy down Well sure as you're born they bought me a silk suit, put some luggage in my hand And I woke up high over Alburquerque, on a jet to the promised land 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 tele-phone Los Angeles, get me No'folk, V'ginia, Tidewater four ten o' nine Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling, the poor boy is on the line Solo