Chords
Promised Land

Key: A

Introduction:

A                                                                                                                                      D  
Left my home in Norfolk, Virginia, California on my mind.
     E                                                                                                                                                                                 A  
I straddled that Greyhound, rode him into Raleigh, and on across Caro-line.
A                                                                                                                                                                                                              D  
We drived by Charlotte and drove through Rock Hill, and we never was a minute late.
                  E                                                                                                                                                                    A  
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown, rollin' out of Georgia state.
A                                                                                                                                                                                    D  
We had motor trouble, it turned into a struggle, Half way 'cross Ala-bam,
                        E                                                                                                                                                                    A  
And the 'hound broke down and left us all stranded, in downtown Birming-ham
A                                                                                                                                                                                                      D  
Right away, I bought me a through-train ticket, straight across Mississippi clean
                        E                                                                                                                            A  
I hopped aboard that midnight flyer, smoking into New Or-leans.
Solo
A  DE  A     DE  A  
A                                                                                                                                                                                                 D  
Somebody gotta help me get out of Louisiana, gotta help me get to Houston Town
                             E                                                                                                                                                                                 A  
There's an uncle there who cares a bit about me, and he won't let the poor boy down
A                                                                                                                                                                                                      D  
Well sure as you're born they bought me a silk suit, put some luggage in my hand
                E                                                                                                                                                    A  
And I woke up high over Alburquerque, on a jet to the promised land, yeah yeah yeah
Solo
A  DE  A     DE  A  
A                                                                                                                                                                                                 D  
Somebody gotta help me get out of Louisiana, gotta help me get to Houston Town
                          E                                                                                                                                                                                    A  
There's an uncle there who cares a bit about me, and he won't let the poor boy down
A                                                                                                                                                                                                      D  
Well sure as you're born they bought me a silk suit, put some luggage in my hand
                E                                                                                                                                                    A  
And I woke up high over Alburquerque, on a jet to the promised land
A                                                                                                                                              D  
Swing low chariot come down easy, taxi to the terminal zone
             E                                                                                                                                                                      A  
Cut your engines and cool your wings, and let me make it to the tele-phone
A                                                                                                                                                            D  
Los Angeles, get me No'folk, V'ginia, Tidewater four ten o' nine
                        E                                                                                                                                                                                                 A  
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling, the poor boy is on the line
Solo
A  DE  A     DE  A