I left my home in Norfolk Virginia
C
California on my mind
D
I boarded that Greyhound,
G
Rode in into Raliegh on across Caroline
G
Stopped in Charlotte to by pass Rockhill
C
We never was a minute late
D
We were ninty miles out of Atlanta by sundown
G
Rollin' out of Georgia state
G
We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle
C
Halfway across Alabam
D
And that bow broke down
G
And left us stranded in downtown Birmingham
G
Right away I bought a through train ticket
C
Got across Mississippi clean
D
And I was on that Midnight Flyer out of Birmingham
G
Smokin' into New Orleans
G
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
C
Help me get to Houston Town
Strum
1 & 2 & 3 & 4
V ^ V ^ ^ V
D
There are people there who care a little 'bout me
G
And won't put the poor boy down
G
Georgia born, they bought me a silk suit
C
And put luggage in my hand
D
And woke up high over Albuquerque
G
On a jet to the promised land
G
Workin' on a T-bone ala cartee
C
Flyin' over to the Golden State
D
When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
G
He would set us at the terminal gate
G
Swing low chariot, come down easy
C
Taxi to the terminal door
D
Cut your engines and cool your wings
G
And let me make it to the telephone
G
Los Angeles, give me Norfolk Virginia
C
Tidewater four ten o nine
D
Tell all the folks back home
It's the promised land callin'
G
And the poor boy is on the line
G I left my home in Norfolk Virginia C California on my mind D I boarded that Greyhound, G Rode in into Raliegh on across Caroline G Stopped in Charlotte to by pass Rockhill C We never was a minute late D We were ninty miles out of Atlanta by sundown G Rollin' out of Georgia state G We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle C Halfway across Alabam D And that bow broke down G And left us stranded in downtown Birmingham G Right away I bought a through train ticket C Got across Mississippi clean D And I was on that Midnight Flyer out of Birmingham G Smokin' into New Orleans G Somebody help me get out of Louisiana C Help me get to Houston Town Strum 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 V ^ V ^ ^ V D There are people there who care a little 'bout me G And won't put the poor boy down G Georgia born, they bought me a silk suit C And put luggage in my hand D And woke up high over Albuquerque G On a jet to the promised land G Workin' on a T-bone ala cartee C Flyin' over to the Golden State D When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes G He would set us at the terminal gate G Swing low chariot, come down easy C Taxi to the terminal door D Cut your engines and cool your wings G And let me make it to the telephone G Los Angeles, give me Norfolk Virginia C Tidewater four ten o nine D Tell all the folks back home It's the promised land callin' G And the poor boy is on the line Explain Request ×
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