The Promised Land - Chuck Berry
    Left my home in Norfolk, Virginia

    California on my mind
    Straddled that Greyhound
    And rode it into Raleigh
    And on across Caroline
    We stopped in Charlotte
    But we bypassed Rockhill
    We never was a minute late
    We were ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
    Rolling out of Georgia state

    Had some motor trouble
    That turned into a struggle
    Half way 'cross Alabam
    That hound broke 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 Special Flyer
    Out of Birmingham
    Smoking into New Orleans

    Someone's got to help me get out of Louisiana
    Just to help me get to Houston town
    There's an uncle there who cares a little about me
    And he won't let the poor boy down

    Sure as you're born
    He bought me a silk suit
    Put some luggage in my hand
    And I woke up high over Albuquerque
    On a jet to the Promised Land

    Working on a T-Bone steak
    A la carte
    Flying over to the Golden State
    When the pilot told us that in thirteen minutes
    He would have us at the terminal gate

    Swing down chariot
    Come down easy
    Taxi to the terminal dome
    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


    Marco Giunco
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