Promised Land (Live at Stanley Theater, September 27, 1972) - Grateful Dead

Lyrics by：Chuck Berry

Arranged by：Bill Kreutzmann/Bob Weir/Donna Jean Godchaux/Jerry Garcia/Keith Godchaux/Mickey Hart/Phil Lesh

Produced by：Betty Cantor/Bill Kreutzmann/Bob Matthews/Bob Weir/David Lemieux/Donna Jean Godchaux/Jeffrey Norman/Jerry Garcia/Keith Godchaux/Mickey Hart/Owsley "Bear" Stanley/Phil Lesh

Left my home in Norfolk

Virginia California on my mind

Straddled that Greyhound

It rode me past Raleigh

And on across Caroline

Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill

And we never was a minute late

We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown

Rolling across the Georgia state

Had motor trouble it turned into a struggle

Half way across Alabama the hound broke down

Left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham

Straight off bought me a through train ticket

Right across Mississippi clean

I was on that midnight

Flyer out of Birmingham

Smoking into New Orleans

Somebody help me get out of Louisiana

Just help me get to Houston town

People are there who care a little about me

And they won't let the poor boy down

Sure as bore me

Bought me a silk suit

Put luggage in my hands

And I woke up high over Albuquerque

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

We'd be heading 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 oh nine

Tell the folks back home this

Is the promised land calling

And the poor boy's on the line