Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Promised Land, artist - Johnnie Allan. Album song 20 Best of Swamp Pop from Louisiana, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 23.02.2017
Record label: Arc
Song language: English
Promised Land |
I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia |
California on my mind |
Straddled that Greyhound |
Rode him in the Raleigh |
And on across Caroline |
We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle |
Half way across Alabam' |
And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded |
In downtown Birmingham |
Right away, I brought me a through train ticket |
Ridin' cross Mississippi clean |
I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham |
Smokin' 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 a 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 |
Flyin' over to the Golden State |
And the pilot told us in thirteen minutes |
He would send us to the terminal gate |
Ah, 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-oh-nine |
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling |
And the poor boy’s on the line |
Workin' on a t-bone steak a la carte |
Flyin' over to the Golden State |
And the pilot told us in thirteen minutes |
He would send 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-oh-nine |
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling |
And the poor boy’s on the line |