Chuck Berry - Promised Land

I left my home in Norfolk Virginia
California on my mind
I straddled that greyhound
and Rode and Raleigh
And on across Caroline
We stopped at Charlotte
the bypass rock hill
We never was a minute late
We were ninety miles
out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' outta the Georgia state
We had motor trouble
it turned into a struggle
Half way 'cross Alabama
And that 'hound broke down
and left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham
Right away I bought me
a through train ticket
Riding across Mississippi clean
And I was on that midnight
flier out of Birmingham
Smoking in the 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
Sure as you're born me
bought me a silk suit
Put luggage in my hand
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the Promised Land
Workin' on a T bone steak at La Carte
Flying over to the golden state
And when the pilot told
us in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal gate
Swing low sweet 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 four ten O nine
Tell the folks back home
this is the Promised Land callin'
And the poor boy's on the line
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia
California on my mind
I straddled that greyhound
and Rode and Raleigh
And on across Caroline
We stopped at Charlotte
the bypass rock hill
We never was a minute late
We were ninety miles
out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' outta the Georgia state
We had motor trouble
it turned into a struggle
Half way 'cross Alabama
And that 'hound broke down
and left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham
Right away I bought me
a through train ticket
Riding across Mississippi clean
And I was on that midnight
flier out of Birmingham
Smoking in the 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
Sure as you're born me
bought me a silk suit
Put luggage in my hand
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the Promised Land
Workin' on a T bone steak at La Carte
Flying over to the golden state
And when the pilot told
us in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal gate
Swing low sweet 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 four ten O nine
Tell the folks back home
this is the Promised Land callin'
And the poor boy's on the line
Chuck Berry - Promised Land

"Sound For Saturday" 1972.

Chuck Berry - Promised Land

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