Promised Land (Grateful Dead)

		
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I left my home in Norfolk Virginia, California on my mind. 
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Straddled that Greyhound, it rode me past Raleigh, and on 
across Caroline. 
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Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill, and we never 
was a minute late. 
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We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown, rollin' 
'cross the Georgia state. 
 
Had motor trouble it turned into a struggle, 
half way 'cross Alabam, 
The hound broke down and left us all stranded 
in downtown Birmingham. 
Straight off bought me a through train ticket, 
right across Mississippi clean 
And I was on the midnight flyer out of Birmingham 
smoking into New Orleans. 
 
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana 
Just help me get to Houston town. 
People are there who care a little bout me 
And they wont let the poor boy down. 
 
Sure as she bore me, she 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; 
When the pilot told us 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 on nine 
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin' 
And the poor boys on the line.
	

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