| 歌曲 | The Promised Land |
| 歌手 | Meat Loaf |
| 专辑 | Midnight At The Lost And Found |
| 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 |