Texty písní Dave Edmunds Rockpile The Promised Land

The Promised Land

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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
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