Promised Land
Dale Hawkins Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The song "Promised Land" by Dale Hawkins tells the story of a man who leaves his hometown in Norfolk, Virginia, and heads towards California with the hope of a better life. He travels by bus and encounters multiple troubles on the way - including motor trouble and being stranded in Birmingham due to a broken-down vehicle. He then buys a through train ticket that takes him across the country, but he still faces challenges when he finds himself stuck in Mississippi. He finally makes it to Houston, Texas, where he finds people who care about him and lend him their support in the form of a silk suit and money. The song ends with the singer flying high over Albuquerque on his way to the Promised Land.


Line by Line Meaning

I left my home in norfolk virginia, California on my mind.
I departed from my hometown Norfolk, Virginia, with my thoughts focused on California.


Caught a bus and rode past raleigh, On across caroline.
I boarded a bus, passing through Raleigh and traveling across the state of North Carolina.


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.
Our vehicle had mechanical issues and this escalated into a difficult situation while we were halfway through Alabama, and eventually broke down, leaving us all stranded in the city of 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
I purchased a direct train ticket to my final destination, although I was only halfway through Alabama, and I completed the remainder of my journey on that train.


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.
I sought assistance to leave Mississippi and to reach Houston, where I knew some people who cared for me and could support me during my stay.


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.
Without a doubt, these individuals bought me a high-quality silk suit, gave me some money, and before I knew it, I was flying over Albuquerque in a plane headed for California, the place I had dreamed of going to.


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.
Right when I arrived in California, I was served a lean t-bone steak à la carte while flying over the state. The pilot also informed me that we would be landing in the terminal shortly.


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
As soon as I exit the aircraft, I already know what I'll do; make a call home and say the following: 'Operator, kindly dial Tidewater 4-109, as this is the poor boy calling from the Promised Land.'




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Written by: Chuck Berry

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