Freddy Weller - Promised Land lyrics

I left my home in Norfolk Virginia California on my mind I strattled that greyhound and rode him into Releigh and on across Caroline Stopped at Charlotte and we by pa**ed Blackhill we never was a minute late We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown rollin' out of Georgia state Had mottor trouble that turned into a struggle halfway across Alabama And that bound broke down and left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham [ steel ] Right away I bought me a through train ticket ridin' across Mississippi clean And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham smokin' into New Orleans Somebody help me get out of Louisiana just the help me get to Houston town There's people there who care a little bout me and they won't let a poor boy down Sure as you're born they 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 [ fiddle ] Workin' on a T-bone steak I had a party flyin' over to the golden state When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes he would get us at the terminal gate 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 tied Water 4-10-0-9 Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin' and the poor boy's on the line Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin' and the poor boy's on the line