Promised Land
written by Chuck Berry (I think)
corrections welcome, tabbed 6/11/05

INTRO: A

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

A                                                                          D
Right away I brought me a through train ticket ridin' across Mississippi clean 
E                                                                A
I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham smoking into New Orleans 
                                                                   D   
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana just help me get to Houston Town 
           E                                                                      A
There are people there who care a little about me and they won't let the poor boy down 


SOLO: A  A7  D  E  E7  A   (the seventh chords sound good, but aren't necessary)


Sure as you're born they brought me a silk suit and 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 
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 


SOLO

A                                                                D
Working on a T-bone steak a la carte flying over to the golden state 
  E                                                                         A
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


SOLO out