THE PROMISED LAND
Chuck Berry.
[G] I left my home in Norfolk Virginia,
California on my [C] mind
I [D] boarded that Greyhound,
Rode it into Raleigh and on across Caro-[G]-line
[G] Stopped in Charlotte to by pass Rockhill,
We never was a minute [C] late
We were [D] ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,
Rollin' out of Georgia [G] state
[G] We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle
Halfway across Ala-[C]-bam
And that [D] 'hound broke down
And left us stranded in downtown Birming-[G]-ham
[G] Right away I bought me a through train ticket
Got across Mississippi [C] clean
And I was [D] on that Midnight Flyer out of Birmingham
Smokin' into New Or-[G]-leans
[G] Somebody helped me get out of Louisiana
Helped me get to Houston [C] Town
There are [D] people there who care a little 'bout me
And they won't let the poor boy [G] down
[G] Sure's you're born, they bought me a silk suit
And put luggage in my [C] hand
And I [D] woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised [G] land
[G] Workin' on a T-bone steak a la cartee
Flyin' over to the Golden [C] State
When the [D] pilot told us in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal [G] gate
[G] Swing low chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal [C] zone
[D] Cut your engines and cool your wings
And let me make it to the tele-[G]-phone
[G] Los Angeles, give me Norfolk Virginia
Tidewater four ten o [C] nine
Tell all the [D] folks back home it's the promised land callin'
And the poor boy is on the [G] line