I left my home in Norfolk Virginia
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California on my mind
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I straddled that Greyhound
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And rode into Raleigh
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And on across Caroline
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We had motor trouble that turn into a struggle
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Halfway across 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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Right away I brought me a through train ticket
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Ridin' across 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 to help me get to Houston Town
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There are people there who care a little about me
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And they won't let the poor boy down
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Sure as you're born brought me a silk suit
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Put luggage in my hand
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And I woke up high over Alberquerque
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On a jet to the promised land
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Working on a T-bone steak a la carte
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Flying over to the golden state
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Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
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He would set us at the terminal gate
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Swing low chariot come down easy
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Taxi to the terminal zone
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Cut your engines and 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 calling
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And the poor boy is on the line
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Working on a T-bone steak a la carte
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Flying over to the golden state
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Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
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He would set us at the terminal gate
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Swing low chariot come down easy
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Taxi to the terminal zone
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Cut your engines and 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 calling
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And the poor boy is on the line
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Promised Land
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| Elvis Presley |
