Promised Land (Acordes)

v. 1 v. 2

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Intro: A (+D)
Ah, get on it!

  A                                                 D
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia California on my mind.
  E                                                                 A
I straddled that Greyhound, and rode into Raleigh and on across Caroline.

A                                                                   D
We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle, halfway across Alabam'.
          E                                                             A
Well that hound broke down and left us all stranded, in downtown Birmingham.

A                                                                         D
Right away I brought me a through train ticket, ridin' across Mississippi 
clean.
      E                                                                 A
And I was on the midnight flyer out of Birmingham, smokin' into New Orleans.

A                                                                       D
Somebody helped me get out of Louisiana, just to help me get to Houston 
Town.
E
There are people there who care a little about me,
                                A
and they won't let the poor boy down. Take it!


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A                                                                  D
Sure as you're born they brought me a silk suit, put luggage in my hand.
      E                                                       A
And I woke up high over Albuquerque, on a jet to the promised land.

A                                                                  D
Working on a T-bone steak I had a party, flyin' over to the golden state.
E                                                                            
  A
Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes he would set us at the 
terminal gate.

A                                                      D
Swing low chariot come down easy, taxi to the terminal zone.
E                                                                   A
Cut your engines and cool your wings, and let me make it to the telephone.

A                                                          D
Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia, tidewater four ten o nine.
E
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin',
                          A
and the poor boy's on the line.


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A                                                                  D
Working on a T-bone steak I had a party, flyin' over to the golden state.
E                                                                            
  A
Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes he would set us at the 
terminal gate.

A                                                      D
Swing low chariot come down easy, taxi to the terminal zone.
E                                                                   A
Cut your engines and cool your wings, and let me make it to the telephone.

A                                                          D
Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia, tidewater four ten o nine.
E
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin',
                          A
and the poor boy's on the line.