Promised Land
I left my Home
In Norfolk Virginia
California on my Mind
I straddled that Greyhound
And rode it into Raleigh
On across Caroline
Had Motor trouble
That turn into a struggle
Halfway across Alabam'
Well the Hound broke down
And left us all stranded
In Downtown Birmingham
Right away I brought me
A through train ticket
Right across Mississippi clean
I was on that
Midnight Flyer out of Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans
Somebody help me
Get out of Louisiana, yeah
Help me get to Houston Town
There are People there
Who care a little 'bout me
And they won't let a poor Boy down
Take it now
Sure as you're born
They bought me a silk Suit
Put'n Luggage in my Hand
And I woke up high
Over Alburquerque
On a Jet to the promised Land
Working on a T-Bone
Steak a la Carte
Flying over to the golden State
Ah when the Pilot told us
In thirteen Minutes
He would set us at the Terminal Gate
Swing low Chariot
Down easy
Taxi to the Terminal Zone
Yeah, cut your Engines
And cool your Wings
Let me make it to the Telephone
Los Angeles give me
Norfolk Virginia
Tidewater four ten o nine
Tell the Folks back Home
It's the promised Land
calling
And the poor Boy is on the Line
(
Instrumental )
Working on a T-Bone
Steak a la Carte
Flying over to the golden State
Ah when the Pilot told us
In thirteen Minutes
He would set us at the Terminal Gate
Swing low Chariot
Down easy
Taxi to the Terminal Zone
Yeah, cut your Engines
And cool your Wings
Let me make it to the Telephone
Los Angeles give me
Norfolk Virginia
Tidewater four ten o nine
Tell the Folks back Home
It's the promised Land
calling
And the poor Boy is on the Line
Yeah
...
( Words & Music By
Chuck Berry )
( Final Arrangement By Ray Pfob )
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