I left my home in Norfolk/Virginia,
California on my mind
Straddled that greyhound, rode him past Raleigh,
on across Caroline.
Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,
and we never was a minute late
We was 90 miles out of Atlanta by sundown,
rolling across the Georgia state.
We had motor trouble, it turned into a struggle,
halfway across Alabama
And that hound broke down and left us all stranded
in downtown Birmingham.
Straight off, I bought me a through train ticket,
riding across Mississippi clean
And I was on that midnight flier out of Birmingham,
smoking into New Orleans.
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana!
Just help me get to Houston town!
There's people there who care a little about me,
and they won't let the poor boy down.
Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit,
put luggage in my hands
And I woke up high over Albuquerque,
on a jet to the promised land.
Working on a T-bone steak a la carte,
flying over to the golden state
Oh, when the pilot told me that in 13 minutes
he was heading at the terminal gate.
Swing low, sweet 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,
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling,
and the poor boy is on the line.