歌曲 | The Promised Land |
歌手 | Meat Loaf |
专辑 | Midnight At The Lost And Found |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:C.Berry Music:C.Berry | |
I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia | |
California on my mind | |
I straddled that greyhound and rode it into Raleigh | |
And on across Caroline | |
We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle | |
Halfway across Alabama | |
And that `Hound broke down and left us all | |
Stranded in Downtown Birmingham | |
Right away I bought me a through train ticket | |
Ridin' across Mississippi clean | |
And I was on the Midnight Flyer out of Birmingham | |
Smokin' into New Orleans | |
Somebody helped me get out of Louisiana | |
Just to help me get to Houston Town | |
There are people there who care a little about me | |
And they won't let a poor boy down | |
Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit | |
They got luggage in my hand | |
And I woke up high over Albuquerque on a jet to the Promised Land | |
Workin' on a T-bone steak | |
I had a party flying over to the Golden State | |
When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes | |
He would get us at the Terminal zone | |
Swing low, chariot, come down easy | |
Taxi to the Terminal line | |
Cut your engines and cool your wings | |
And let me make it to the telephone | |
Los Angeles, give me Norfolk, Virginia Tidewater 41009 | |
Tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land callin' | |
and the poor boy's on the line |
Lyrics: C. Berry Music: C. Berry | |
I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia | |
California on my mind | |
I straddled that greyhound and rode it into Raleigh | |
And on across Caroline | |
We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle | |
Halfway across Alabama | |
And that Hound broke down and left us all | |
Stranded in Downtown Birmingham | |
Right away I bought me a through train ticket | |
Ridin' across Mississippi clean | |
And I was on the Midnight Flyer out of Birmingham | |
Smokin' into New Orleans | |
Somebody helped me get out of Louisiana | |
Just to help me get to Houston Town | |
There are people there who care a little about me | |
And they won' t let a poor boy down | |
Sure as you' re born, they bought me a silk suit | |
They got luggage in my hand | |
And I woke up high over Albuquerque on a jet to the Promised Land | |
Workin' on a Tbone steak | |
I had a party flying over to the Golden State | |
When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes | |
He would get us at the Terminal zone | |
Swing low, chariot, come down easy | |
Taxi to the Terminal line | |
Cut your engines and cool your wings | |
And let me make it to the telephone | |
Los Angeles, give me Norfolk, Virginia Tidewater 41009 | |
Tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land callin' | |
and the poor boy' s on the line |
Lyrics: C. Berry Music: C. Berry | |
I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia | |
California on my mind | |
I straddled that greyhound and rode it into Raleigh | |
And on across Caroline | |
We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle | |
Halfway across Alabama | |
And that Hound broke down and left us all | |
Stranded in Downtown Birmingham | |
Right away I bought me a through train ticket | |
Ridin' across Mississippi clean | |
And I was on the Midnight Flyer out of Birmingham | |
Smokin' into New Orleans | |
Somebody helped me get out of Louisiana | |
Just to help me get to Houston Town | |
There are people there who care a little about me | |
And they won' t let a poor boy down | |
Sure as you' re born, they bought me a silk suit | |
They got luggage in my hand | |
And I woke up high over Albuquerque on a jet to the Promised Land | |
Workin' on a Tbone steak | |
I had a party flying over to the Golden State | |
When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes | |
He would get us at the Terminal zone | |
Swing low, chariot, come down easy | |
Taxi to the Terminal line | |
Cut your engines and cool your wings | |
And let me make it to the telephone | |
Los Angeles, give me Norfolk, Virginia Tidewater 41009 | |
Tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land callin' | |
and the poor boy' s on the line |