Elvis Presley - Promised land

I ^Cleft my home in Norfolk Virginia California on my ^Fmind. I ^Gstraddled that Greyhound, and rode into Raleigh and on across Caro^Cline. ^CWe had motor trouble that turned into a struggle, halfway across Ala^Fbam'. Well that ^Ghound broke down and left us all stranded, in downtown Birming^Cham. ^CRight away I brought me a through train ticket, ridin' across Mississippi ^Fclean. And I ^Gwas on the midnight flyer out of Birmingham, smokin' into New Orle^Cans. ^CSomebody helped me get out of Louisiana, just to help me get to Houston ^FTown. ^GThere are people there who care a little about me, and they won't let the poor boy ^Cdown. Take it! ^CSure as you're born they brought me a silk suit, put luggage in my ^Fhand. And I ^Gwoke up high over Albuquerque, on a jet to the promised ^Cland. ^CWorking on a T-bone steak I had a party, flyin' over to the golden ^Fstate. ^GAh when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes he would set us at the terminal ^Cgate. ^CSwing low chariot come down easy, taxi to the terminal ^Fzone. ^GCut your engines and cool your wings, and let me make it to the tele^Cphone. ^CLos Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia, tidewater four ten o ^Fnine. ^GTell the folks back home this is the promised land callin', and the poor boy's on the ^Cline. ^CWorking on a T-bone steak I had a party, flyin' over to the golden ^Fstate. ^GAh when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes he would set us at the terminal ^Cgate. ^CSwing low chariot come down easy, taxi to the terminal ^Fzone. ^GCut your engines and cool your wings, and let me make it to the tele^Cphone. ^CLos Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia, tidewater four ten o ^Fnine. ^GTell the folks back home this is the promised land callin', and the poor boy's on the ^Cline.