Going To Chicago

(альбом: About Time - 1989)

Going to Chicago gonna play the blues,
Leaving in the morning with my rock and roll shoes.
Ain't going to no airport ain't gonna get no plane,
Looking for my roots that's why I take the train.

Going down to Memphis, nothing 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 working 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 wasting 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.