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  • Текст песни W.A.S.P. - Promised Land

    Исполнитель: W.A.S.P.
    Название песни: Promised Land
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    [C. Berry cover]

    Dig it I left my home in Norfolk Virginia
    California on my mind
    Straddled that Greyhound
    Rode him in the Raleigh on across Caroline
    We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle
    Half way across Alabam
    And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded
    In downtown Birmingham
    Raleigh bought me a through train ticket
    Ridin' cross Mississippi clean
    I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham
    Smokin' into New Orleans
    Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
    Just help me get to Houston town
    There are people there who care a little 'bout me
    And they won't let the poor boy down whoo
    Sure as you're born they bought me a silk suit
    Put a 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
    Flyin' over to the Golden State
    And the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
    He would send us to the terminal gate
    Ah 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 callin'
    And the poor boy's on the line
    Workin' on a t bone steak a la carte
    Flyin' over to the Golden State
    And the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
    He would send us to 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 callin'
    And the poor boy's on the line whoo
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