Meat Loaf - The Promised Land lyrics
[Meat Loaf - The Promised Land lyrics]
I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia
California on my mind
I straddled that Greyhound and
Rode him into Raleigh and on across Caroline
We stopped in Charlotte and
Bypassed Rock Hill
We never was a minute late
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rolling outta the Georgia state
We had motor trouble
It turned into a struggle
Halfway across Alabam'
And that 'hound broke down and
Left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham
Right away
I bought me a through train ticket
Riding across 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's people there who care
A little about 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
Oh, when the pilot told me
Us in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal gate
Swing low sweet 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's on the line
California on my mind
I straddled that Greyhound and
Rode him into Raleigh and on across Caroline
We stopped in Charlotte and
Bypassed Rock Hill
We never was a minute late
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rolling outta the Georgia state
We had motor trouble
It turned into a struggle
Halfway across Alabam'
And that 'hound broke down and
Left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham
Right away
I bought me a through train ticket
Riding across 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's people there who care
A little about 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
Oh, when the pilot told me
Us in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal gate
Swing low sweet 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's on the line