Dig it I left my home in Norfolk Virginia
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California on my mind
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Straddled that Greyhound
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Rode him in the Raleigh on across Caroline
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We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle
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Half way across Alabam
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And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded
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In downtown Birmingham
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Raleigh bought me a through train ticket
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Ridin' cross Mississippi clean
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I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham
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Smokin' into New Orleans
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Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
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Just help me get to Houston town
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There are people there who care a little 'bout me
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And they won't let the poor boy down whoo
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Sure as you're born they bought me a silk suit
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Put a luggage in my hands
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And I woke up high over Albuquerque
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On a jet to the promised land
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Workin' on a t bone steak a la carte
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Flyin' over to the Golden State
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And the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
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He would send us to the terminal gate
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Ah swing low chariot come down easy
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Taxi to the terminal zone
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Cut your engines and cool your wings
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And let me make it to the telephone
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Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia
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Tidewater four ten o nine
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Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'
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And the poor boy's on the line
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Workin' on a t bone steak a la carte
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Flyin' over to the Golden State
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And the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
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He would send us to the terminal gate
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Swing low chariot come down easy
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Taxi to the terminal zone
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Cut your engines and cool your wings
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And let me make it to the telephone
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Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia
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Tidewater four ten o nine
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Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'
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And the poor boy's on the line whoo
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Promised Land
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W.A.S.P. |