conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Promised Land with the following description: “Promised Land” by Chuck Berry was released by Berry as a single in 1965. It was covered by Elvis Presley and appears on his album, ‘Promised Land’ – 1975. It’s a story song in the first person, telling of a journey from Norfolk, Virginia to the “Promised Land”, Los Angeles, California. The trip is filled with trials and troubles as the protagonist travels multi-modal across the U.S.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Oh, get on up!
  [Verse 1]
  I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia
  California on my mind
  I straddled that Greyhound and rode him into Raleigh
  And on across Caroline
  [Verse 2]
  We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle
  Halfway across Alabam'
  And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded
  In downtown Birmingham
  [Verse 3]
  Right away I bought me a through train ticket
  Riding across Mississippi clean
  I was on that Midnight Flyer out of Birmingham
  Smoking into New Orleans
  [Verse 4]
  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 [Verse 5]
  Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit
  And put luggage in my hand
  And I woke up high over Albuquerque
  On a jet to the promised land
  [Pre-Chorus]
  A-workin' on a T-bone, steak a la carte
  Flying over to the Golden State
  When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
  He would set us at the terminal gate
  [Chorus]
  Swing 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 four-ten-o-nine
  Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling
  And the poor boy is on the line
  [Pre-Chorus]
  A-workin' on a T-bone, steak a la carte
  Flying over to the Golden State
  When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
  He would set us at the terminal gate [Chorus]
  Swing 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 four-ten-o-nine
  Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling
  And the poor boy is on the line