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I left my home in Norfolk Virginia,<br />California on my mind.<br />Straddled that Greyhound, rode him past Raleigh,<br />On across Caroline.<br /><br />Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,<br />And we never was a minute late.<br />We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,<br />Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.<br /><br />We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle,<br />Half way 'cross Alabam,<br />And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded<br />In downtown Birmingham.<br /><br />Straight off, I bought me a through train ticket,<br />Ridin?cross Mississippi clean<br />And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham<br />Smoking into New Orleans.<br /><br />Somebody help me get out of Louisiana<br />Just help me get to Houston town.<br />There're people there who care a little 'bout me<br />And they won't let the poor boy down.<br /><br />Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit,<br />Put luggage in my hands,<br />And I woke up high over Albuquerque<br />On a jet to the promised land.<br /><br />Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte<br />Flying over to the Golden State;<br />The pilot told me in thirteen minutes<br />We'd be headin' in the terminal gate.<br /><br />Swing low chariot, come down easy<br />Taxi to the terminal zone;<br />Cut your engines, cool your wings,<br />And let me make it to the telephone.<br /><br />Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia,<br />Tidewater four ten O nine<br />Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'<br />And the poor boy's on the line.
Letra nueva de la canción
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia,<br />California on my mind.<br />Straddled that Greyhound, rode him past Raleigh,<br />On across Caroline.<br /><br />Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,<br />And we never was a minute late.<br />We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,<br />Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.<br /><br />We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle,<br />Half way 'cross Alabam,<br />And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded<br />In downtown Birmingham.<br /><br />Straight off, I bought me a through train ticket,<br />Ridin?cross Mississippi clean<br />And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham<br />Smoking into New Orleans.<br /><br />Somebody help me get out of Louisiana<br />Just help me get to Houston town.<br />There're people there who care a little 'bout me<br />And they won't let the poor boy down.<br /><br />Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit,<br />Put luggage in my hands,<br />And I woke up high over Albuquerque<br />On a jet to the promised land.<br /><br />Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte<br />Flying over to the Golden State;<br />The pilot told me in thirteen minutes<br />We'd be headin' in the terminal gate.<br /><br />Swing low chariot, come down easy<br />Taxi to the terminal zone;<br />Cut your engines, cool your wings,<br />And let me make it to the telephone.<br /><br />Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia,<br />Tidewater four ten O nine<br />Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'<br />And the poor boy's on the line.
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