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I left my home in Norfolk Virginia |
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California on my mind |
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I straddled that Greyhound |
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And rode into Raleigh |
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And on across Caroline |
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We had motor trouble that turn into a struggle |
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Halfway 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' across Mississippi clean |
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And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham |
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Smoking into New Orleans |
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Somebody help me get out of Louisiana |
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Just to help me get to Houston Town |
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There are people there who care a little about me |
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And they won't let the poor boy down |
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Sure as you're born brought me a silk suit |
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Put luggage in my hand |
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And I woke up high over Alberquerque |
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On a jet to the promised land |
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Working on a T-bone steak a la carte |
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Flying over to the golden state |
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Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes |
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He would set us at 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 calling |
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And the poor boy is on the line |
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Working on a T-bone steak a la carte |
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Flying over to the golden state |
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Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes |
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He would set us at 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 calling |
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And the poor boy is on the line |
