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The Black Sorrows

Promised Land

 

Promised Land

(albüm: Sonola - 1984)


I left my home in Norfolk Virginia
California on my mind
Straddled that Greyhound, rode him past Raleigh
On across Caroline

Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill
And we never was a minute late
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rolling 'cross the Georgia state

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

Straight off, I bought me a through train ticket
Riding cross Mississippi clean
And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans

Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town
There's 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

Working on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the Golden State
The pilot told me in thirteen minutes
We'd be heading in the terminal gate

Swing low sweet 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

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