Loaf Meat - 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

I had motor trouble that turned into a struggle, halfway across Alabama

And that 'Hound broke down and left me all stranded in Downtown Birmingham



Right away I bought me a through train ticket, ridin' across Mississippi clean

And I was on the Midnight Flyer out of Birmingham, smokin' into New Orleans

Somebody helped me get out of Louisiana, just to help me get to Houston Town

There are people there who care a little 'bout me

And they won't let a poor boy down



Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit, they put luggage in my hand

And I woke up high over Albuquerque on a jet to the Promised Land

Workin' on a T-bone steak, I had a party flyin' over to the Golden State

When the pilot told me in thirteen minutes

He would get us at the Terminal zone



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 41009

And tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land callin'

And the poor boy's on the line



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 41009

And tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land callin'

And the poor boy's on the line





And tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land callin'

And their big boy's on the line