The Promised Land

Guitar		Davey JohnStone
Bass		Steve Buslowe
Drums		Max Weinberg
Piano & Keyboards		Roy Bittan
Percussion		Jimmy Maelen

 

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
I have  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 set us at the Terminal zone

Swing low, chariot, come down easy, taxi to the Terminal zone
And 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 calling
And the poor boy's on the line

Swing low, chariot, come down easy, taxi to the Terminal zone
And 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 calling
And the poor boy's on the line

Swing low, chariot, come down easy, taxi to the Terminal zone
And 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 calling
And the poor boy's on the line

And tell the folks back home 
This is the Promised Land calling
And their big boy's on the line