Steve Jordan - Promised Land lyrics

I left my home in Norfolk Virginia California on my mind I straddled that Greyhound, rode him into Raleigh And on across to Caroline Stopped in Charlotte and bypa**ed Rock Hill We never was a minute late We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown Rollin' out of Georgia State We had motor trouble It turned into a struggle half way 'cross Alabama And that 'Hound broke down and left us all stranded In downtown Birmingham Right away 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 And there're 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 a la carte Flying over to the Golden State Oh, when the pilot told me 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 callin' And the poor boy's on the line