Chuck Berry - Promised Land

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Promised Land

I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia
California on my mind
I straddled that Greyhound,
And rode it into Raleigh and all across Carolina
 
Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill
We never was a minute late
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' out of Georgia state
 
We had motor trouble, it turned into a struggle
Half way across Alabam
And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham
 
Right away, I bought me a through train ticket
Ridin' cross Mississippi clean
And I was on that midnight flier out of Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans
 
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town
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, 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
 
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 callin'
And the poor boy's on the line
 
Inskickad av Cobi FoxCobi Fox Sön, 17/03/2019 - 03:08
Tack!

 

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