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Promised Land
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I left my home in Norfolk Virginia,
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California on my mind.
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Straddled that Greyhound, rode him past Raleigh,
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On across Caroline.
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Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,
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And we never was a minute late.
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We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,
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Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.
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We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle,
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Half way 'cross Alabam,
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And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded
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In downtown Birmingham.
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Straight off, I bought me a through train ticket,
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Ridin¡¯ cross Mississippi clean
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And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham
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Smoking into New Orleans.
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Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
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Just help me get to Houston town.
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There¡¯s people there who care a little 'bout me
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And they won't let the poor boy down.
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Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit,
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Put luggage in my hands,
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And I woke up high over Albuquerque
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On a jet to the promised land.
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Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte
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Flying over to the Golden State;
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The pilot told me in thirteen minutes
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We'd be headin' in the terminal gate.
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Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy
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Taxi to the terminal zone;
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Cut your engines, cool your wings,
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And let me make it to the telephone.
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Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia,
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Tidewater four ten O nine
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Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'
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And the poor boy's on the line.
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Promised Land
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| Chuck Berry |
