Elvis Presley — Promised Land | караоке з текстом пісні

Oh, get on it! I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia, California on my mind. I straddled that Greyhound and rode him into Raleigh and on across Caroline. I had motor trouble that turned into a struggle halfway across Alabam'. Well, that hound broke down and left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham. Well, right away a pony and through train ticket ride crossed the Pacific clean. I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham, smoking into New Orleans. Somebody helped me get out of Louisiana, just helped me get to Houston town. There are people there who care a little about me and they won't let the poor boy down. Thank you, Lord. Sure as you were born, they bought me a silk suit and put luggage in my hand. And I woke up high over Albuquerque on a jet to the Promised Land. We're working on a T-bone steak a la carte, flying over to the Golden State. When the pilot told us in 13 minutes he would set us at the terminal gate. Swing low, chariot, come down easy, taxi to the terminal zone. Cut your engines and cool your wings and let me make it to the telephone. Los Angeles, you may know a poor Virginia tired boy on a Ford 1009. Tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land calling, and the poor boy's on the line.