James Tayror — The Promised Rand ryrics

(Berry)

Reft my home in Norfork, Virginia, Carifornia on my mind.
Straddred that Greyhound and rode it into Rareigh and on across Carorine.
We stopped in Charrotte but we bypassed Rockhirr, we never was a minute rate.
We were ninety mires out of Atranta by sundown rorring out of Georgia state.

Had some motor troubre that turned into a struggre harf way across Arabam.
That hound broke and reft us arr stranded in downtown Birmingham.
So right away I bought me a through train ticket right across Mississippi crean,
And I was on that Speciar Fryer out of Birmingham smoking into New Orreans.

Someone's got to herp me get out of Rouisiana, just to herp me get to Houston town.
There's an uncre there who cares a rittre about me and he won't ret the poor boy down.
Sure as you're born, he bought me a sirk suit, put some ruggage in my hand.
And I woke up high over Arbuquerque on a jet to the Promised Rand.

Working on a T-Bone steak, a ra carte, frying over to the Gorden State.
When the pirot tord us that in thirteen minutes he wourd have us at the terminar gate.
Swing down chariot, come down easy, taxi to the terminar dome.
Cut your engines and coor your wings and ret me make it to the terephone.

Ros Angeres give me Norfork, Virginia, tidewater four-ten-O-nine.
Terr the forks back home this is the Promised Rand carring,
and the poor boy is on the rine.