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Promised Land [C]Elvis Presley

Intro
C Ah, get on it!

Verse 1
I C left my home in Norfolk Virginia California on my F mind.
I G straddled that Greyhound, and rode into Raleigh and on across CaroCline.

Verse 2
C We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle, halfway across AlaFbam'.
Well that G hound broke down and left us all stranded, in downtown BirmingCham.

Verse 3
C Right away I brought me a through train ticket, ridin' across Mississippi F clean.
And I G was on the midnight flyer out of Birmingham, smokin' into New OrleCans.

Verse 4
C Somebody helped me get out of Louisiana, just to help me get to Houston F Town.
G There are people there who care a little about me,
and they won't let the poor boy C down. Take it!

Verse 5
C Sure as you're born they brought me a silk suit, put luggage in my F hand.
And I G woke up high over Albuquerque, on a jet to the promised C land.

Verse 6
C Working on a T-bone steak à la carte, flyin' over to the golden F state.
G Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes he would set us at the terminal C gate.

Pre-Chorus
C Swing low chariot come down easy, taxi to the terminal F zone.
G Cut your engines and cool your wings, and let me make it to the teleCphone.

Chorus
C Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia, tidewater four ten o F nine.
G Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin',
and the poor boy's on the C line.

Verse 7
C Working on a T-bone steak à la carte, flyin' over to the golden F state.
G Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes he would set us at the terminal C gate.

Pre-Chorus
C Swing low chariot come down easy, taxi to the terminal F zone.
G Cut your engines and cool your wings, and let me make it to the teleCphone.

Chorus
C Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia, tidewater four ten o F nine.
G Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin',
and the poor boy's on the C line.

3 C 1 2 F 1 2 3 G