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 turned into a struggle
 Halfway across Alabam'
 And that 'Hound broke down and left me all stranded
 In downtown Birmingham
 Right away I bought 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 help me get to Houston Town
 A-there are people there who care a little about me
 And they won't let a poor boy down
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 Sure as you're born, they bought 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 à la carte
 Flying over to The Golden State
 When the pilot told me, in 13 minutes
 He would set us at the terminal gate
 Ooh, 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, 4-10-0-9
 And tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land calling
 And the poor boy is on the line
 You've got to swing low chariot, come down easy
 Taxi to the terminal zone
 And cut your engines and cool your wings
 And let me make it to the telephone
 Los Angeles give me Norfolk, Virginia
 Tidewater, 4-10-0-9
 And tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land calling
 And the poor boy is on the line
 Oh, tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land calling
 And the big boy is on the line