The Promised Land taby ukulele według Elvis Presley

The Promised Land
recorded by Elvis Presley
written by Chuck Berry
 
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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 
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Rode him into Raleigh and on across Caroline 
 
 
We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle
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Half way across Alabam
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And that 'Hound broke down and left us all stranded 
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In downtown Birmingham
 
                                               
Right away I bought me a through train ticket 
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Riding across Mississippi clean 
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And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham
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Smoking into New Orleans
 
 
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana 
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Just help me get to Houston town 
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There are people there who care a little about me
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And they won't let a poor boy down 
 
 
Sure as you're born they bought me a silk suit 
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They put luggage in my hands 
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And I woke up high over Albuquerque 
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On a jet to the promised land
 
 
We stopped at Charlotte we by passed Rock Hill 
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We never was a minute late
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We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
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Rolling out of Georgia state 
 
                           
Working on a T-bone steak 
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I had a party flying over to the golden state 
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When the pilot told us that in thirteen minutes 
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He would get us to the terminal gate 
 
 
Swing Low Chariot come down easy 
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Taxi to the terminal door
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Cut your engines and cool you wings 
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And let me make it to the telephone 
 
 
Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia 
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Tidewater 4-10-0-9 
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Tell the folks back home this is the promised land 
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Calling and the boy's on the line