James Taylor - The Promised Land Lyrics
Left my home in norfolk, virginiaCalifornia on my mindStraddled that greyhoundAnd rode it into raleighAnd on across carolineWe stopped in charlotteBut we bypassed rockhillWe never was a minute lateWe were ninety miles out of atlanta by sundownRolling out of georgia stateHad some motor troubleThat turned into a struggleHalf way cross alabamThat hound broke and left usAll stranded in downtown birminghamSo right away I bought me a through train ticketRight across mississippi cleanAnd I was on that special flyerOut of birminghamSmoking into new orleansSomeones got to help me get out of louisianaJust to help me get to houston townTheres an uncle there who cares a little about meAnd he wont let the poor boy downSure as youre bornHe bought me a silk suitPut some luggage in my handAnd I woke up high over albuquerqueOn a jet to the promised landWorking on a t-bone steakA la carteFlying over to the golden stateWhen the pilot told us that in thirteen minutesHe would have us at the terminal gateSwing down chariotCome down easyTaxi to the terminal domeCut your enginesAnd cool your wingsAnd let me make it to the telephoneLos angeles give me norfolk, virginiaTidewater four-ten-o-nineTell the folks back homeThis is the promised land callingAnd the poor boy is on the line
