Chords with lyrics
Tuning: Standard (
E MajorE 
A augmentedA 
D MajorD 
G+G 
BB E MajorE)
Verse:
A augmentedA D MajorD
Left my home in Norfolk, Virginia, California on my mind.
E MajorE A augmentedA
I straddled that Greyhound, rode him into Raleigh, and on across Caro-line.
A augmentedA D MajorD
We drived by Charlotte and drove through Rock Hill, and we never was a minute late.
E MajorE A augmentedA
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown, rollin' out of Georgia state.
A augmentedA D MajorD
We had motor trouble, it turned into a struggle, Half way 'cross Ala-bam,
E MajorE A augmentedA
And the 'hound broke down and left us all stranded, in downtown Birming-ham
A augmentedA D MajorD
Right away, I bought me a through-train ticket, straight across Mississippi clean
E MajorE A augmentedA
I hopped aboard that midnight flyer, smoking into New Or-leans.
Solo:
A augmentedA D MajorD E MajorE A augmentedA A augmentedA D MajorD E MajorE A augmentedA
A augmentedA D MajorD
Somebody gotta help me get out of Louisiana, gotta help me get to Houston Town
E MajorE A augmentedA
There's an uncle there who cares a bit about me, and he won't let the poor boy down
A augmentedA D MajorD
Well sure as you're born they bought me a silk suit, put some luggage in my hand
E MajorE A augmentedA
And I woke up high over Alburquerque, on a jet to the promised land, yeah yeah yeah
Solo:
A augmentedA D MajorD E MajorE A augmentedA A augmentedA D MajorD E MajorE A augmentedA
A augmentedA D MajorD
Somebody gotta help me get out of Louisiana, gotta help me get to Houston Town
E MajorE A augmentedA
There's an uncle there who cares a bit about me, and he won't let the poor boy down
A augmentedA D MajorD
Well sure as you're born they bought me a silk suit, put some luggage in my hand
E MajorE A augmentedA
And I woke up high over Alburquerque, on a jet to the promised land
A augmentedA D MajorD
Swing low chariot come down easy, taxi to the terminal zone
E MajorE A augmentedA
Cut your engines and cool your wings, and let me make it to the tele-phone
A augmentedA D MajorD
Los Angeles, get me No'folk, V'ginia, Tidewater four ten o' nine
E MajorE A augmentedA
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling, the poor boy is on the line
Solo:
A augmentedA D MajorD E MajorE A augmentedA A augmentedA D MajorD E MajorE A augmentedA
