Goin' to Chicago gonna play the blues
Leavin' in the morning with my rock and roll shoes
Ain't goin' to no airport ain't gonna get no plane
Lookin' for my roots that's why I take the train
Goin' down to Memphis, nothin' left to lose
Take along my Gibson gonna play some blues
String around my suitcase, pocket full of rye
There's something 'bout the blues that aways makes me cry
Tired of getting nowhere workin' nine to five
Got to get away so I can feel alive
You've only got one life, that's what they say to me
Time it is a wastin' when I should be free
I've done a lot of talking, now it's time to make a stand
Instead of playing safe, I should be playing with the band
You've got to keep on moving, you've heard it all before
This time I'm gonna make it, won't be back no more
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