Lyrics > The Heritage Radio All Stars – Promised Land

Writers: Chuck Berry
Published: Arc Music Corp. BMI
Release: n/a
Transcribed: Pop Catastrophe
Notes: Lyrics shown as performed live on Arts & Seizures, Brooklyn, New York (19 March 2017). Lead vocal by Peter Zaremba.
Well, I left my home in Norfolk Virginia
California on my mind, ah ha
Straddled that Greyhound
Rolled in into Raleigh and all across Carolina

We stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill
Never was a minute late
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin’ out of Georgia state

We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle
Halfway ‘cross Alabam
[Alabam]
And that ‘hound broke down and left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham

Straight up 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, go

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 gate
Oh when The pilot told me in thirteen minutes
We’d be headin’ in the terminal gate

Bongo solo

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

Ah, bring it down boys
I gotta get to the telephone
Mr Spencer
Mr Spencer
What’s on the phone?
What do we hear on that telephone?
Uh oh
Dialling
I’m dialling
Are you ready boys

Mr Bert are you ready?

Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia
Tidewater four ten O nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin’
And the poor boy’s on the line

Oh baby, let me whet my whistle

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