Elvis Presley "Promised Land" lyrics

Promised Land

Aw, get on it

I left my home in Norfolk, VirginiaCalifornia on my mindI straddled that Greyhound and rode him into RaleighAnd on across Caroline

We had motor trouble that turned into a struggleHalfway across Alabam'Well, that 'hound broke down and left us all strandedIn downtown Birmingham

Right away I bought me a through train ticketRight across Mississippi cleanI was on that midnight flyer out of BirminghamSmokin' into New Orleans

Somebody help me get out of LouisianaJust help me get to Houston townThere are people there who care a little about meAnd they won't let the poor boy down

Take it

Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suitAnd put luggage in my handAnd I woke up high over AlbuquerqueOn a jet to the promised land

Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carteFlying over to the Golden StateWhen the pilot told us in 13 minutesHe would set us at the terminal gate

Swing low, chariot, come down easyTaxi to the terminal zoneCut your engines and cool your wingsAnd let me make it to the telephone

Los Angeles, get me Norfolk, VirginiaTidewater 4-1009Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'And the poor boy is on the line

Workin' on a T-bone steak à la carteFlying over to the Golden StateWhen the pilot told us in 13 minutesHe would set us at the terminal gate

Swing low, chariot, come down easyTaxi to the terminal zoneCut your engines and cool your wingsAnd let me make it to the telephone

Los Angeles, get me Norfolk, VirginiaTidewater 4-1009Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'And the poor boy is on the line

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