Chords for The Promised Land

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I left my home in North Virginia, California [F] on my mind.
[G] We straddled out Graham and Warren into Raleigh and on into [C] Scarlet Land.
Started at Charleston, Baptist, Rock Hill, we never was [F] a minute late.
[G] Home was 90 miles out of Atlanta, rising down, roaring out of [C] Georgia State.
We had a little tourney, we struggled halfway across [F] Alabama.
[G] When the hound was down and left, he was sprinting down around [C] Birmingham.
_ _ _ _ _ We were on the way to [F] the airport, we were on the way to the airport.
[G] We were on the way to the airport.
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Right away I pulled me through, tanked, picked it right across, used the speed, [F] and cleaned.
But I [G] was all red, and I'm flying out of Birmingham, I'm smoking into New [C] Orleans.
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana just to help me get to Houston [F] town.
[G] Well there are people there who care a little about me and they won't let the poor boy [C] down.
So they bought me a five-man suit, put the luggage in my [F] hand,
and [G] I woke up high over Albuquerque on a jet to the [C] promised land.
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Walking on a people's stake, I had a car deplying over to the [F] Golden State.
[G] When the pilot told us in third lane, man, if he would set us at the [C] terminal gate.
_ Swing low, Terry, come down easy, back to the [F] terminal zone.
[G] Watch your wings and cool your wings and let me make it [C] through the telephone.
Los Angeles, give me an offer, Virginia, call 414 [F]-09.
[G] I went down the road like homeless since the promised land, calling in my poor boy's [C] old land. _ _ _ _ _ _ _