I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia, California on my mind Straddled that Greyhound and rode it into Raleigh And on across Caroline We stopped in Charlotte, but we bypassed Rockhill We never was a minute late We were ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown Rolling out of Georgia state
Had some motor trouble, that turned into a struggle Half way 'cross Alabam That hound broke down and left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham So right away I bought me a through train ticket Right across Mississippi clean And I was on that Special Flyer out of Birmingham Smoking into New Orleans
Somebody's got to help me get out of Louisiana Just to help me get to Houston town There's an uncle there who cares a little about me And he won't let the poor boy down Sure as you're born he bought me a silk suit Put some luggage in my hand And I woke up high over Alberquerque on a jet to the Promised Land
Working on a T-Bone steak a la carte Flying over to the Golden State When the pilot told us that in thirteen minutes He would have us at the terminal gate Swing down chariot come down easy Taxi to the terminal dome Cut your engines and cool your wings And let me make it to the telephone Los Angeles give me Norfolk, Virginia Tidewater four-ten-O-nine Tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land calling And the poor boy is on the line
Compositor: Chuck BerryPublicado em 2008 e lançado em 1965ECAD verificado fonograma #35914244 em 27/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM