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I left my home in Norfolk Virginia,
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California on my mind
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Straddled that Greyhound,
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it rode me past Raleigh
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and on across Caroline.
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Stopped in Charlotte, bypassed Rock Hill
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and we never was a minute late
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We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
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rolling cross the Georgia State
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Had motor troube and it turned into a struggle
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half way across alabam
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the hound broke down and left us all stranded
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in downtown Birmingham
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[ Guitar Solo #1 - A maj -> D - E maj -> A ]
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Straight off bought me a through train ticket
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right 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
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Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
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Help me get to Houston Town
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People are there that care a thing about me
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and won't let the poor boy down
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Sure as she bore me, she bought me a silk suit
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and put money in my hand
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And I woke up high over Albuquerque
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on a jet to the promisted land
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[ Guitar Solo #2 - A maj -> D - E maj -> A ]
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Working on a T-bone stake a-la-carte
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Flying over to the Golden state
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When the pilot said in thirteen minutes
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we'd be headed to 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, 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-oh-nine
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Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling
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and the poor boy is on the line
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