The Promised Land Chords by Meat Loaf

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_ [A] I left my home in La Paz, [C] Chippecao, born and on my mind.
[E] The straddles of Cajon road leadin' to Rye and Bar and [A] Cross, now I'm blind.
I had more trouble turnin' to a subtle [C] halfway across, [D] now I'm bound.
[E] In a down road now, hand-left, they all spinnin' in a down-town, [A] burly town.
By the way, I bought me a good train ticket, by the [C#m] Cross, Mississippi.
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[E] And I was on that midnight flyer, on a perfect man's tour, fittin' a new [A] army.
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana, just comin' [D] in to Houston town.
[E] I got people there who can hear a little about me.
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[A] _ _ So I bought me a sick [B] suit and put a [D] luggage in my hand.
[E] Then I walked up high over an album, could be worth gettin' [A] a program.
I'm workin' on some post-it, got a car, flyin' all up to [D] the North State.
[E] When the pilot told me in 13 minutes he would send us at the [A] terminal gate.
Louis Swing, Lord Terry, come now, easy, [C#] taxi to the [D] drum of the North.
[E] They got your engines, cool your wings, [B] and drive that baby to the [A] tailpole.
_ Northlanders, they can't knock off, can't be caught, walk off, can't hold back.
[E] They got a post-it, homeless hit the promised land, callin' in a provo, [A] all the lines.
_ _ Lord Terry, come now, easy, taxi to the terminal zone.
They got your engines, you cool your wings, and let me make it to the telephone.
Los Angeles, give me your phone, we'll bring you down, water boy, [D] and all nine.
[E] They got a post-it, homeless hit the promised land, callin' in a [A] provo, all the lines.
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