James Taylor - The Promised Land [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]
Left my home in Norfolk, Virginia, California on my mind
Straddled that Greyhound and rode it into Raleigh and on across Caroline
We stopped in Charlotte but we bypassed Rock hill, we never was A minute late
We were ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown rolling out of Georgia state
Had some motor trouble that turned into a struggle half way across Alabam
That hound broke and left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham
So right away I bought me a through train ticket right across Mississippi clean
And I was on that Special Flyer out of Birmingham smoking into New Orleans
Someone's got to help me get out of Louisiana, just to help me get to Houston town
There's an uncle there who cares a little about me and he won't let The poor boy down
Sure as you're born, he bought me a silk suit, put some luggage in My hand
And I woke up high over Albuquerque on a jet to the Promised Land
Working on a T-Bone steak, a la carte, flying over to the Golden State
When the pilot told us that in thirteen minutes he would have us at The terminal gate
Swing down chariot, come down easy, taxi to the terminal dome
Cut your engines and cool your wings and let me make it to the Telephone
Los Angeles give me Norfolk, Virginia, tidewater four-ten-O-nine
Tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land calling
And the poor boy is on the line