Promised Land
(Chuck Berry / Arr.: Ko-Do 2008)

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 troubles
That turned 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 the midnight flyer out of Birmingham
Smokin' into New Orleans
Somebody helped 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 they brought me a silk suit,
Put luggage in my hand
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land

Working on a T-bone steak I had a party,
Flyin' over to the golden state
And 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 callin'
And the poor boy's on the line