I left my home in norfolk virginia, California on my mind. Caught a bus and rode past raleigh, On across caroline. We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle, Half way cross alabam, And that hound broke down and left us all stranded In downtown birmingham. Straight off, I bought me a through train ticket, Halfway cross Alabam I didn't go and I rode that sucker All the way down yonder land Somebody help me get out of Mississippi Just help me get to houston town. Theres people there who care a little bout me And they wont let the poor boy down. Sure as I'm born, they bought me a silk suit, Put money in my hands, And I woke up high over albuquerque On a jet to the promised land. Right away had me t-bone steak a la carte so lean Flying over to the golden state; The pilot told me it won't be long Wed be headin in the terminal gate. I know what I'm gonna do soon as I leave this plane Headed for the telephone call back home and this is what I'm sayin' Operator won't you please dial Tidewater four ten o nine This is the poor boy callin' from the promised land