Promised Land

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Ah, get on it! 

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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. 

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We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle, halfway across Alabam'. 
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Well that hound broke down and left us all stranded, in downtown Birmingham. 

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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! 

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Sure as you're born they brought me a silk suit, put luggage in my hand. 
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And I woke up high over Albuquerque, on a jet to the promised land. 

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Working on a T-bone steak à la carte, 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. 

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Swing low chariot come down easy, taxi to the terminal zone. 
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Cut your engines and cool your wings, and let me make it to the telephone. 

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Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia, tidewater four ten o nine. 
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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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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. 

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Swing low chariot come down easy, taxi to the terminal zone. 
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Cut your engines and cool your wings, and let me make it to the telephone. 

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Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia, tidewater four ten o nine. 
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Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin', 
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and the poor boy's on the line.