Windy City Soul

(альбом: Sweet As Funk Can Be - 1972)

Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah
Hey, hey, hey, hey

I can begin to tell you
All the places that I've been
While my traveling days are over now
I'm heading home again
See the windy city skyline
Getting closer all the while
I know I won't be happy
Till I see my lady smile
Can't wait to see my lady
With the windy city smile

Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah

I left a sweet Chicago girl
To be a Traveling man (Straight ahead)
Moving from town to town
Living from hand to hand (Right on, right on)
Sometimes you leave the girl you love
To find where you belong (Now run and tell that)
I went down the highway
Singing a windy city song

Nah, nah, nah (Hey, hey)
Nah, nah, nah (Hey, hey)
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah

Now take it to the bridge

Makes one part frustration
Some tender, love, and care
One part adaptation
Sweet music in the air
One part hesitation
Some of that ol' sweet jelly roll
You've got to heap for helping
Of that windy city soul (Nah, nah)
You've got to heap for helping
Of that windy city soul

Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah

If the things make a city
If changes make a woman mine
I couldn't get myself together
Had to leave them both behind
And if that's all passing
I'm heading home
With some goldust up my sleeve
I'll make the lady mine again
And then I'll never ever leave

Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah

And now I can't forget the ghetto
The feeling runs too deep
There are things that I must do
Secrets I must keep
I can't forget the love I left
I had to break away
I want the whole wide world to know
I know I'm heading home one day