Promised Land

Promised Land
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[Intro]
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Ah, get on it!

[Verse 1]
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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.

[Verse 2]
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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.

[Verse 3]
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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.

[Verse 4]
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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!

[Verse 5]
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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.

[Verse 6]
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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.

[Pre-Chorus]
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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.

[Chorus]
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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.

[Verse 7]
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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.

[Pre-Chorus]
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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.

[Chorus]
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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.