Letra de The Promised Land (Album Version)
I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia California on my mind I straddled that Greyhound and rode into Raleigh And on across CarolineI had motor trouble that turn into a struggle Halfway across Alabam' And that hound broke down and left me all stranded In downtown BirminghamRight away I brought me a through train ticket Ridin' across Mississippi clean And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham Smoking into New OrleansSomebody, help me get out of Louisiana Just to help me get to Houston Town A lot of people there who care a little about me And they won't let a poor boy downSure as you're born brought me a silk suit And put luggage in my hand And I woke up high over Albuquerque On a jet to the Promised LandWorking on a T-bone steak à la carte Flying over to the golden state When the pilot told me, "In thirteen 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 telephoneLos Angeles give me Norfolk, Virginia Tidewater, 4-10-09 And tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land calling And the poor boy is on the lineSwing 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 telephoneLos Angeles give me Norfolk, Virginia Tidewater, 4-10-09 And tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land calling And the poor boy is on the lineTell the folks back home this is the Promised Land calling And the big boy is on the line