Chuck Berry – Promised Land (Guitar)

E
Left my home in Norfolk, Virginia,

                 A
California on my mind.

B
I straddled that Greyhound, rode him into Raleigh,

                  E
And on across Caroline.

E
We stopped in Charlotte but bypassed Rock Hill,

                          A
And we never was a minute late.

B
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,

                           E
Rollin' out of Georgia state.

E
We had motor trouble, it turned into a struggle,

                   A
Half way 'cross Alabam,

B
And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded

                   E
In downtown Birmingham.

E
Right away, I bought me a through-train ticket,

                         A
Right 'cross Mississippi clean

B
And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham

                   E
Smoking into New Orleans.

E
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana

                               A
Just to help me get to Houston Town

B
There are people there who care a little about me

                                E
And they won't let the poor boy down

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

                  A
Put luggage in my hand

B
And I woke up high over Alburquerque

                         E
On a jet to the promised land

E
Working on a T-bone steak a la carte

                          A
Flying over to the Golden State

B
When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes

                                E
He would set us at the terminal gate

E
Swing low chariot come down easy

                     A
Taxi to the terminal zone

B
Cut your engines and cool your wings

                              E
And let me make it to the telephone

E
Los Angeles, give me No'folk, V'ginia

                     A
Tidewater four ten o nine

B
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling

                           E
And the poor boy is on the line