Loaf Meat The Promised Land Lyrics

The Promised Land Lyrics

I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia, California on my mind 

 I straddled that greyhound and rode him into Raleigh, and on across Caroline


 I had motor trouble that turned into a struggle, halfway across Alabama 

 And that 'Hound broke down and left me all stranded in Downtown Birmingham 

  

 Right away I bought 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 'bout me 

 And they won't let a poor boy down 

  

 Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit, they put luggage in my hand


 And I woke up high over Albuquerque on a jet to the Promised Land 

 Workin' on a T-bone steak, I had a party flyin' over to the Golden State 

 When the pilot told me in thirteen minutes 

 He would get us at the Terminal zone 

  

 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 41009 

 And tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land callin' 

 And the poor boy's on the line 

  

 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 41009 

 And tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land callin' 

 And the poor boy's on the line 

  

  

 And tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land callin' 

 And their big boy's on the line