Promised Land Songtext
von John Lindberg Trio

I left my home in Norfolk Virginia
California on my mind
I Straddled that Greyhound
And rolled in into Raleigh and all across Carolina

We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle
Half way ′cross Alabama
And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham

Right away, I bought me a through train ticket
Ridin′ cross Mississippi clean
And I was on that midnight flier out of Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans

Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town
There are people there who care a little 'bout me
And they won't let the poor boy down


Sure as you′re born, they bought me a silk suit
Put luggage in my hands
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land

Workin′ on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the Golden State
Oh when the pilot told me in thirteen minutes
We'd be headin′ in the terminal gate

Swing low chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone
Cut your engines, cool your wings
And let me make it to the telephone

Los Angeles, give me Norfolk, Virginia
Tidewater four-ten-o-nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling
And the poor boy's on the line

A-workin′ on a T-bone, steak a la carte
Flying over to the Golden State
When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal gate


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 four-ten-o-nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling
And the poor boy is on the line