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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,

Rollin 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,

Ridin 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.

Theres people there who care a little bout me

And they wont let the poor boy down.



Sure as youre 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;

The pilot told me in thirteen minutes

Wed be headin 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 callin

And the poor boys on the line

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,

Rollin 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,

Ridin 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.

Theres people there who care a little bout me

And they wont let the poor boy down.



Sure as youre 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;

The pilot told me in thirteen minutes

Wed be headin 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 callin

And the poor boys on the line

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