Lyrics:

I left my home in Norfolk Virginia, California on my mind
I straddled that Greyhound And rode into Raleigh, And on across Caroline
We had motor trouble that turn into a struggle, Halfway across Alabam'
And that hound broke down and left us all stranded, In downtown Birmingham

Right away I brought me a through train ticket, Ridin' across Mississippi clean
And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham, Smoking into New Orleans
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana, Just to help me get to Houston Town
There are people there who care a little about me, And they won't let the poor boy down

Sure as you're born brought me a silk suit, Put luggage in my hand
And I woke up high over Alberquerque, On a jet to the promised land

Working on a T-bone steak a la carte, Flying over to the golden state
Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen 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 give me Norfolk Virginia, Tidewater four ten o nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling, And the poor boy is on the line

Repeat last three verses