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Text písně The Promised Land

I left my home in Norfolk Virginia 
California on my mind 
I straddled that Greyhound 
And rode into Raleigh
And on across Caroline 

I had motor trouble that turn into a struggle 
Halfway across Alabam' 
And that hound broke down and left me all stranded 
In downtown Birmingham 

Right away I brought me a through train ticket 
Ridin' across Mississippi clean 
And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham 
Smoking into New Orleans 

Somebody help 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 brought me a silk suit 
And put luggage in my hand 
And I woke up high over Albuquerque 
On a jet to the Promised Land 

Working on a T-bone steak a la carte 
Flying over to the golden state 
When the pilot told me in thirteen minutes 
He would set us at the terminal gate 

Oo, Swing low 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 calling 
And the poor boy is on the line 

Swing low 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 calling 
And the poor boy is on the line 

Tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land calling 
And the big boy is on the line