Foghat – Promised Land (Guitar)

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I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia

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California on my mind

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I straddled that Greyhound and rode him into Raleigh

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And on across Caroline

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Had motor trouble, it turned into a struggle

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Halfway across Alabam'

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And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded

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In downtown Birmingham

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Right away, I bought me a through train ticket

                          D
Riding across Mississippi clean

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I was on that midnight flier out of Birmingham

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Smoking into New Orleans

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Somebody help me get out of Louisiana

                            D
Just help me get to Houston town

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There's people there who care a little about me

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And they won't let the poor boy down

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

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Put luggage in my hands

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And they woke me up high over Albuquerque

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On a jet to the promised land

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Working on a T-bone steak we had a party

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Flying over to the Golden State

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The pilot told us in thirteen minutes

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He would set us at the terminal gate

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Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy

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Taxi to the terminal zone

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Cut your engines and cool your wings

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And let me make it to the telephone

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Los Angeles, give me Norfolk, Virginia

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Tidewater four ten o nine

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Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling

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And the poor boy's on the line

A
Working on a T-bone steak we had a party

                          D
Flying over to the Golden State

    E
The pilot told us in thirteen minutes

                                A
He would set us at the terminal gate

A
Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy

                     D
Taxi to the terminal zone

E
Cut your engines and cool your wings

                                  A
And let me make it to the telephone

A
Los Angeles, give me Norfolk, Virginia

                     D
Tidewater four ten o nine

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

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And the poor boy's on the line

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Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling

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And the poor boy's on the line