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Promised Land

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Ah, get on it! I left my home in Norfolk Virginia California on my mind
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I straddled that Greyhound, and rode into Raleigh and on across Caroline
A                                                                                                                                                                                 D  
We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle, halfway across Alabam'
                          E                                                                                                                                                                 A  
Well that hound broke down and left us all stranded, in downtown Birmingham
A                                                                                                                                                                                                 D  
Right away I brought me a through train ticket, ridin' across Mississippi clean
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And I was on the midnight flyer out of Birmingham, smokin' into New Orleans
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Somebody helped me get out of Louisiana, just to help me get to Houston Town
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There are people there who care a little about me
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and they won't let the poor boy down. Take it
A                                                                                                                                                                              D  
Sure as you're born they brought me a silk suit, put luggage in my hand
                E                                                                                                                                                 A  
And I woke up high over Albuquerque, on a jet to the promised land
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Working on a T-bone steak I had a party, flyin' over to the golden state
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Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes he would set us at the terminal gate
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 telephone
A                                                                                                                                                         D  
Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia, tidewater four ten o nine
E                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    A                                                    E  
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin', and the poor boy's on the line
A                                                                                                                                                                              D  
Working on a T-bone steak I had a party, flyin' over to the golden state
E                                                                                                                                                                                                            A  
Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes he would set us at the terminal gate
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 telephone
A                                                                                                                                                         D  
Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia, tidewater four ten o nine
E  
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'
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and the poor boy's on the line

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