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There is people there who care a little about me. And they won't let the poor boy down. Sure as you're born they bought me a silk suit. Put luggage in my hand. And I woke up high over Albuquerque ...
There are people there who care a little 'bout me. And they won't let the poor boy down. Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit. They put luggage in my hand. And I woke up high over Albuquerque. On a jet to the promised land. Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte. Flyin' over to the Golden State.
Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit. They put luggage in my hand. And I woke up high over Albuquerque. On a jet to the promised land. Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte. Flyin' over to the Golden State. When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes. We'd be headed in the terminal gate.
Taxi to the terminal zone. Cut your engines, cool your wings. And let me make it to the telephone. Los Angeles give me Norfolk, Virginia. Tidewater four ten on nine. Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'. And the poor boy's on the line. Submit lyrics correction →. 55k.
Jan 3, 2022 · And they won't let the poor boy down. Sure as she bore me, she bought me a silk suit, put luggage in my hands, And I woke up high over Albuquerque. On a jet to the promised land. Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte, Flying over to the Golden State, When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes.
Nov 10, 2023 · In the lyrics, the singer (who refers to himself as "the poor boy") tells of his journey from Norfolk, Virginia, to the "Promised Land", Los Angeles, California, mentioning various cities in Southern states that he passes through on his journey. It has subsequently been performed by numerous other artists, notably the Grateful Dead. more »
