The promised land    (video)    (midi)

 

    C ~

 

       C                                                                               F

1. I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia, California on my mind,

           G

    I straddled that Greyhound and rode him into Raleigh

                                   C

    and on across Caroline.

             C

    We stopped in Charlotte, we bypassed Rockhill,

                                           F

    we never was a minute late,

                          G

    and we was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,

                                         C

    rollin' out of Georgia State.

             C

    We had more trouble that turned into a struggle

                                     F

    halfway across Alabam',

                       G

    and that 'Hound broke down and left us all stranded

                                        C

    in downtown Birmingham.              +  C - F - G - C

 

      C

2. Right away I bought me a through train ticket,

                                             F

    ridin' 'cross Mississippi clean,

                      G

    and I was on that Midnight Flyer out of Birmingham,

                                      C

    smokin' into New Orleans.

       C

    Somebody help me get out of Lou'siana,

                                                  F

    just help me get to Houston town !

                           G

    There are a people there who care a little 'bout me.

                                                         C

    and they won't let the poor boy down.

      C

    Sure as you're born they bought me a silk suit,

                                    F

    put luggage in my hand,

                G

    and I woke up high over Albuquerque

                                             C

    on a jet to the Promised Land.       +  C - F - G - C

 

          C

3. A workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte,

                                              F

    flyin' over to the Golden State,

                         G

    a when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes

                                                        C

    he would set us at the terminal gate.

          C                                                                                    F

    Swing low, chariot, come down easy, taxi to the terminal zone,

      G

    cut your engines and cool your wings,

                                                       C

    and let me make it to the telephone.

      C                                                                                             F

    Los Angeles, give me Norfolk, Virginia, Tidewater four-ten-o-nine !

                  G

    Tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land callin'

                                               C

    and the poor boy's on the line !

 

+  C - F - G - C ....

 

    (Chuck Berry)