The Promised Land

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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I left my home in Norfolk Virginia,
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California on my mind.
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We straddled that Greyhound, rode 
him into Raleigh,
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On across Caroline.

[Verse 2]
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We stopped at Charlotte and bypassed
 Rock Hill,
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We never was a minute late.
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And we was ninety miles out of 
Atlanta by sundown,
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Rollin' outa Georgia state.

[Verse 3]
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We had motor trouble it turned into 
a struggle,
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Half way 'cross Alabam,
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When that 'hound broke down and left
 us all stranded
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In downtown Birmingham.

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[Verse 4]
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So right away I bought me a through 
train ticket,
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Right across Mississippi clean
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And I was on that midnight flyer 
outa Birmingham
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Smoking into New Orleans.

[Verse 5]
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Somebody help me get out of 
Louisiana
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Just help me get to Houston town.
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Well there are people there who care
 a little 'bout me
And they won't let the poor boy 
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down.

[Verse 6]
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Sure as you're born, they bought me 
a silk suit,
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Put luggage in my hands,
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And I woke up high over Albuquerque
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On a jet to the promised land.

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[Verse 7]
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Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte
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Flying over to the Golden State;
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When the pilot told us in thirteen 
minutes
He would set us at the terminal 
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gate.

[Verse 7]
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Swing low chariot, come down easy
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Taxi to the terminal zone;
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Cut your engines, an cool your 
wings,
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And let me make it to the telephone.

[Verse 8]
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Los Angeles give me Norfolk 
Virginia,
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Dial forty four ten O nine
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And tell the folks back home this is
 the promised land
Callin' and the poor boy's on the 
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line.