With the Highway Bill reauthorization coming up, today’s tune pays tribute to cross-country travels via Greyhound, rail, and air as Chuck Berry leaves his home in Norfolk, Virginia, to head out to the promised land. From the WWII-shipyards, which brought rural whites and blacks to the city, ambitions spread outwards. He makes it through the South, makes it to Houston and …
Workin’ on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the Golden State;
The pilot told me in thirteen minutes
We’d be headin’ in the terminal gate.
Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone;
Cut your engines, 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 callin’
And the poor boy’s on the line.
It’s really the first rock ‘n roll song about intermodel shipping.
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