The Promised Land - Dave Edmunds

作词：Chuck Berry

I left my home in Norfolk Virginia

California on my mind

We straddled that Greyhound

Rode him into Raleigh

On across Caroline

We stopped at Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill

We never was a minute late

And we was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown

Rollin' outa Georgia state

We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle

Half way 'cross Alabam

When that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded

In downtown Birmingham

So right away I bought me a through train ticket

Right across Mississippi clean

And I was on that midnight flyer outa Birmingham

Smoking into New Orleans

Somebody help me get out of Louisiana

Just help me get to Houston town

Well 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

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

An cool your wings

And let me make it to the telephone

Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia

Dial forty four ten O nine

And tell the folks back home this is the promised land

Callin'

And the poor boy's on the line