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I left my home in norfolk virginia,California on my mind.Caught a bus and rode past raleigh,On across caroline.We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle,Half way cross alabam,And that hound broke down and left us all strandedIn downtown birmingham.Straight off, I bought me a through train ticket,Halfway cross AlabamI didn't go and I rode that suckerAll the way down yonder landSomebody help me get out of MississippiJust help me get to houston town.Theres people there who care a little bout meAnd they wont let the poor boy down.Sure as I'm born, they bought me a silk suit,Put money in my hands,And I woke up high over albuquerqueOn a jet to the promised land.Right away had me t-bone steak a la carte so leanLetras de cancionesFlying over to the golden state;The pilot told me it won't be longWed be headin in the terminal gate.I know what I'm gonna do soon as I leave this planeHeaded for the telephone call back home and this is what I'm sayin'Operator won't you please dial Tidewater four ten o nineThis is the poor boy callin' from the promised land From Letras Mania