RIP Chuck Berry

Jesse Gooch jlgooch at hotmail.com
Sun Mar 19 21:33:54 CDT 2017


Yeah, and after doing all of that travelling he got wealthy enough to secretly videotape women going to the bathroom.  Kind of a scumbag.

On 3/19/17, 4:24 PM, "owner-pynchon-l at waste.org on behalf of Thomas Eckhardt" <owner-pynchon-l at waste.org on behalf of thomas.eckhardt at uni-bonn.de> wrote:

    I left my home in Norfolk Virginia
    California on my mind
    I straddled that Greyhound,
    and rolled in into Raleigh and all across Carolina
    
    Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill
    And we never was a minute late
    We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
    Rollin' out of Georgia state
    
    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
    
    Right away, I bought me a through train ticket
    Ridin' cross Mississippi clean
    And I was on that midnight flier out of Birmingham
    Smoking 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 'bout me
    And they won't let the poor boy down
    
    Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit
    Put luggage in my hands,
    And I woke up high over Albuquerque
    On a jet to the promised land
    
    Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte
    Flying over to the Golden State
    Oh when The pilot told me in thirteen minutes
    We'd be headin' in the terminal gate
    
    Swing low 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
    
    "Promised Land"
    -
    Pynchon-l / http://www.waste.org/mail/?list=pynchon-l
    



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