Promised Land

(Berry)





I left my home in Norfolk Virginia
California on my mind
I straddled that Greyhound
And rode into Raleigh
And on across Caroline


We had motor trouble that turn into a struggle
Halfway across Alabam'
And that hound broke down and left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham


Right 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 Orleans


Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just to help me get to Houston Town
There are people there who care a little about me
And they won't let the poor boy down


Sure as you're born brought me a silk suit
Put luggage in my hand
And I woke up high over Alberquerque
On a jet to the promised land


*
Working on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the golden state
Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
He would set 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
Tidewater four ten o nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling
And the poor boy is on the line


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Standard tuning.

Intro: A     
Ah, get on it!

  A                                                 D
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia California on my mind.
  E                                                                 A
I straddled that Greyhound, and rode into Raleigh and on across Caroline.

A                                                                   D
We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle, halfway across Alabam'.
          E                                                             A
Well that hound broke down and left us all stranded, in downtown Birmingham.

A                                                                         D
Right away I brought me a through train ticket, ridin' across Mississippi clean.
      E                                                                 A
And I was on the midnight flyer out of Birmingham, smokin' into New Orleans.

A                                                                       D
Somebody helped me get out of Louisiana, just to help me get to Houston Town.
E
There are people there who care a little about me,
                                A
and they won't let the poor boy down. Take it!

A                                                                  D
Sure as you're born they brought me a silk suit, put luggage in my hand.
      E                                                       A
And I woke up high over Albuquerque, on a jet to the promised land.

A                                                                  D
Working on a T-bone steak I had a party, flyin' over to the golden state.
E                                                                             A
Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes he would set us at the terminal gate.

A                                                      D
Swing low chariot come down easy, taxi to the terminal zone.
E                                                                   A
Cut your engines and cool your wings, and let me make it to the telephone.

A                                                          D
Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia, tidewater four ten o nine.
E     
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin',
                          A
and the poor boy's on the line.

A                                                                  D
Working on a T-bone steak I had a party, flyin' over to the golden state.
E                                                                             A
Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes he would set us at the terminal gate.

A                                                      D
Swing low chariot come down easy, taxi to the terminal zone.
E                                                                   A
Cut your engines and cool your wings, and let me make it to the telephone.

A                                                          D
Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia, tidewater four ten o nine.
E
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin',
                          A
and the poor boy's on the line.