The Promised Land

Meat Loaf

Composición de: Chuck Berry
I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia
       California on my mind
       I straddled that greyhound and rode it into Raleigh
       And on across Caroline

       We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle
       Halfway across Alabama
       And that `Hound broke down and left us all
       Stranded in Downtown Birmingham

       Right away I bought me a through train ticket
       Ridin' across Mississippi clean
       And I was on the Midnight Flyer out of Birmingham
       Smokin' into New Orleans
       Somebody 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
       They got luggage in my hand
       And I woke up high over Albuquerque on a jet to the
Promised Land

       Workin' on a T-bone steak
       I had a party flying over to the Golden State
       When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
       He would get us at the Terminal zone
       Swing low, chariot, come down easy
       Taxi to the Terminal line
       Cut your engines and cool your wings
       And let me make it to the telephone
       Los Angeles, give me Norfolk, Virginia Tidewater 41009
       Tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land
callin'
       and the poor boy's on the line
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