Текст песни Promised Land (Live at RFK Stadium, Washington, DC, 6/10/73) - Grateful Dead

I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia, California on my mind
I straddled that Greyhound and rode him past Raleigh and on across Caroline
We stopped at Charlotte, we by-passed Rockhill, we never was a minute late
Oh, we was 90 miles out of Atlanta by sundown rollin' 'cross Georgia State
We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle half-way across Alabam'
And that 'Hound broke down and left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham

Straight off, bought me a through train ticket ridin' 'cross Mississippi clean
And I was on the Midnight Flyer out of Birmingham smokin' into New Orleans
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana, just help me get to Houston town
There's people out 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, they put luggage in my hand
And I woke up high over Albuquerque on a jet to the promised land

A-workin' on a T-bone steak à la carte, flyin' over to the Golden State
When the pilot told us in 13 minutes we'd be headed in the terminal gate
Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy, taxi to the terminal zone
Cut your engines, 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