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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 |
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And 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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Right away, I brought 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 |
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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-oh-nine |
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Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling |
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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-oh-nine |
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Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling |
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And the poor boy's on the line |