| I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia | |
| California on my mind | |
| Straddled that Greyhound | |
| Rode him in the Raleigh | |
| And 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 | |
| Right away, I brought 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 | |
| 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-oh-nine | |
| Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling | |
| 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-oh-nine | |
| Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling | |
| And the poor boy's on the line |