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"Promised Land" is a song lyric written by Chuck Berry to the melody of "Wabash Cannonball", an American folk song. The song was first recorded in this version by Berry in 1964 for his album St. Louis to Liverpool. Released in December 1964, it was Berry's fourth single issued following his prison term for a Mann Act conviction.
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. Oh when the pilot told me in thirteen minutes. We'd be headin' in the terminal gate. Swing low chariot, come down easy. Taxi to the terminal zone. Cut your engines, cool your wings.
Dec 12, 2007 · "Sound For Saturday" 1972.
And they won't let the poor boy down. Sure as you're born me, bought me a silk suit. 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 at La Carte. Flying over to the golden state. And when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes.
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. Oh when The pilot told me in thirteen minutes. We'd be headin' in the terminal gate. Swing low chariot, come down easy. Taxi to the terminal zone. Cut your engines, cool your wings.
Jun 27, 2019 · Provided to YouTube by Universal Music GroupPromised Land · Chuck BerrySt. Louis To Liverpool℗ A Geffen Record Release; ℗ 1964 UMG Recordings, Inc.Released o...
Chuck Berry. – Promised Land Lyrics. I left my home in norfolk virginia, California on my mind. Straddled that greyhound, rode him past raleigh, On across caroline. Stopped in charlotte and bypassed rock hill, And we never was a minute late. We was ninety miles out of atlanta by sundown,
