THE PROMISED LAND
Vocals: Meat Loaf
Additional Vocals: Chuck Kirkpatrick, John Sambataro
Guitars, Additional Vocals: Mark Doyle
Bass: Steve Buslowe
Piano: Paul Jacobs
Drums: Max Weinberg
  THE PROMISED LAND

I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia—California on my mind
I straddle that greyhound, 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 thru-train ticket, ridin' across Mississippi clean
And I was 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
I have 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 and 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 us in thirteen minutes he would get us at 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 41009
Tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land callin' 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
Tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land callin' and the poor boy's on the line
Tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land callin' and the poor boy's on the line