About the Song
Ah, the King himself, Elvis Presley, and a tune that takes us soaring through the clouds, “Promised Land”. Close your eyes, picture the year 1975, a time of bell-bottoms and disco balls, but underneath the groove, a yearning for something more. That’s where Elvis steps in, his voice a velvet ribbon weaving a tale of hope and escape.
Now, this “Promised Land” isn’t some tropical paradise or a pearly gate pearly white. It’s a place we all chase, a dream just beyond the horizon, a feeling of fulfillment that whispers, “This is where I belong.” For some, it might be a career goal finally reached, a love story blossoming, or simply the peace of a quiet porch swing.
But the journey, oh, the journey! Elvis paints it with vibrant strokes. We’re whisked away on a “jet to the promised land,” silk suit pressed, luggage in hand. The world shrinks beneath us, the roar of the engines a lullaby of anticipation. We’re leaving behind the “old town square” and its “dusty streets,” trading the familiar for the unknown, all with a flutter of nervous excitement.
Remember those days? The rush of a new adventure, the promise of a fresh start? Elvis taps into that universal feeling, his voice soaring like a gospel choir on the chorus. “Sure as you’re born,” he croons, reminding us that this yearning for something better is woven into the fabric of our being.
But “Promised Land” isn’t just about chasing dreams. It’s about the people we share the journey with. The “brothers and sisters” on the plane, the loved ones waiting at the destination, the ones who make the bumpy ride worth it. It’s a song about community, about finding our place in the tapestry of life.
So, let Elvis be your guide. Let him lift you up above the everyday, reminding you that there’s a “Promised Land” out there, waiting to be discovered. And maybe, just maybe, the real treasure isn’t the destination itself, but the journey we take together, hand in hand, hearts full of hope. Now, hit play, close your eyes, and let Elvis take you flying.
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Lyrics
Aw, get on it
I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia, California on my mind
I straddled that Greyhound and rode him into Raleigh and on across Caroline
We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle halfway across Alabam’
Well, that ‘hound broke down and left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham
Right away, I bought me a thorough train ticket right across Mississippi clean
I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham, Smokin’ into New Orleans
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana, just help me get to Houston town
There are people there who care a little about me
And they won’t let the poor boy down, take it
Sure as you’re born, they bought me a silk suit, put luggage in my hand
And I woke up high over Albuquerque on a jet to the Promised Land
A-workin’ on a T-bone steak à la carte, flyin’ over to the Golden State
When the pilot told us in 13 minutes, he would set us at the terminal gate
Swin’ low, chariot, come down easy, Taxi to the terminal zone
Cut your engines and cool your wings and let me make it to the telephone
Los Angeles, get me Norfolk, Virginia, Tidewater 4-1009
Tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land callin’
And the poor boy is on the line
A-workin’ on a T-bone steak à la carte, flyin’ over to the Golden State
When the pilot told us in 13 minutes, he would set us at the terminal gate
Swin’ low, chariot, come down easy, Taxi to the terminal zone
Cut your engines and cool your wings and let me make it to the telephone
Los Angeles, give me Norfolk, Virginia, Tidewater 4-1009
Tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land callin’
And the poor boy is on the line
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