The Promised Land(Chuck Berry)

The Promised Land(Chuck Berry) - Vital Fire

Written by：C. Berry

I left my home in Norfolk Virginia

California on my mind

I straddled that greyhound

And rolled in into Raleigh and all across Carolina

Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed rock hill

And we never was a minute late

We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown

Rollin' out of Georgia state

We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle

Half way 'cross Alabam

And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded

In downtown Birmingham

Right away I bought me a through train ticket

Ridin' cross Mississippi clean

And I was on that midnight flier out of Birmingham

Smoking into New Orleans

Somebody help me get out of Louisiana

Just help me get to Houston town

There are people there who care a little 'bout me

And they won't let the poor boy down

Sure as you're born they bought me a silk suit

Put luggage in my hands

And I woke up high over Albuquerque

On a jet to the promised land

Workin' on a T-bone steak a La Carte

Flying over to the golden state

Oh when the pilot told me in thirteen minutes

We'd be headin' in the terminal gate

Swing low chariot come down easy

Taxi to the terminal zone

Cut your engines cool your wings

And let me make it to the telephone

Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia

Tidewater four ten o nine

Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'

And the poor boy's on the line