Meat Loaf – The Promised Land

I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia

California on my mind

I straddled that greyhound and rode it into Raleigh

And on across Caroline

I had motor trouble that turned into a struggle

Halfway across Alabama

And that `Hound broke down and left me 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 help me get out of Louisiana

Just help me get to Houston Town

I have 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

And good luggage in my hand

And I woke up high over Albuquerque on a jet to the Promised Land

Workin’ on a T-bone steak a la carte

Flying over to the Golden State

When the pilot told me in thirteen minutes

He would set us at the Terminal gate

Swing low, chariot, come down easy

Taxi to the Terminal zone

Cut your engines and cool your wings

And let me make it to the telephone

Los Angeles, give me Norfolk, Virginia Tidewater 4-10-09

And tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land callin’

And the poor boy is on the line

You got to swing low chariot, come down easy

Taxi to the Terminal zone

Cut your engines and cool your wings

And let me make it to the telephone

Los Angeles, give me Norfolk, Virginia Tidewater 4-10-09

And tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land callin’

and the poor boy is on the line

And tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land callin’

and the big boy is on the line