The Promised Land (Album Version) - Meat Loaf (密特·劳弗)
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia
California on my mind
I straddled that greyhound
And rode him into Raleigh
And on across Caroline
I had motor trouble that turned into a struggle
Halfway across Alabama
And that 'Hound broke down and left me
All stranded in Downtown Birmingham
Right away I bought me a through train ticket
Ridin' across Mississippi clean
And I was on the Midnight Flyer out of Birmingham
Smokin' into New Orleans
Somebody helped me get out of Louisiana
Just to help me get to Houston Town
There are people there who care a little 'bout me
And they won't let a 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
Workin' on a T-bone steak
I had a party flyin' over to the Golden State
When the pilot told me in thirteen minutes
He would get us at the Terminal zone
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 41009
And tell the folks back home
This is the Promised Land calling
And the poor boy's on the line
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 41009
And tell the folks back home
This is the Promised Land calling
And the poor boy's on the line
And tell the folks back home
This is the Promised Land calling
And their big boy's on the line