Karaoké Promised Land Chuck Berry

I left my home in Norfolk

Virginia California on my mind

I straddled that greyhound rode him in Raleigh on across Caroline

Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed rock hill

We never was a minute late

We were ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown rollin' 'cross the Georgia state

We had a motor trouble it turned into a struggle half way 'cross Alabam'

And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham

Right away I bought me a two train ticket ridin' 'cross Mississippi queen

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

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 over riley flying over toward the Golden Gate

Oh when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes he would get us to 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 callin' and the poor boy's on the line