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    Elvis Presley / Lyrics

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    "Promised Land" Lyrics

    Elvis Presley

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    I left my home in norfolk virginia
    California on my mind
    I straddled that greyhound
    And rode into raleigh
    And on across caroline

    We had motor trouble that turn into a struggle
    Halfway across alabam'
    And that hound broke down and left us all stranded
    In downtown birmingham

    Right away I brought me a through train ticket
    Ridin' across mississippi clean
    And I was on that midnight flyer out of birmingham
    Smoking into new orleans

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

    Sure as you're born brought me a silk suit
    Put luggage in my hand
    And I woke up high over alburquerque
    On a jet to the promised land

    Working on a t-bone steak a la carte
    Flying over to the golden state
    Ah 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

    Working on a t-bone steak a la carte
    Flying over to the golden state
    Ah 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
    This song was submitted on October 28th, 2004.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Bmg Rights Management Us, Llc.
    Written by Chuck Berry.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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