Interpret:

Dave Edmunds

Album:

Rockpile

I left my home in Norfolk Virginia, 
California on my mind


We straddled that Greyhound, rode him into Raleigh, 
On across Caroline


We stopped at Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill, 
We never was a minute late.


And we was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown, 
Rollin' outa Georgia state.


We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle, 
Half way 'cross Alabam, 


When that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham


So right away I bought me a through train ticket, 
Right across Mississippi clean


And I was on that midnight flyer outa Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans


Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town


Well there are people there who care a little 'bout me
And they won't let the poor boy down


Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit, 
Put luggage in my hands, 


And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land


Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the Golden State; 


When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal gate


Swing low chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone; 


Cut your engines, an cool your wings, 
And let me make it to the telephone


Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia, 
Dial forty four ten O nine


And tell the folks back home this is the promised land


Callin
And the poor boy's on the line