Going to Chicago

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