Sunrise, sunset, Twenty hour car ride We're down south and it's gonna be a hard night We got the Pharcyde playing in the tape deck Going to Chicago where
Spread The Word, Culturally Mixed Up, No misconceptions, Rock with the Bad Man Panamanian Youth inna Chicago, Certified, well qualified fi Murda Massive
roger clinton, I'm not riding off my brothers fame Cause all you sap suckers don't even know my brothers name Bill ritchie he lives in chicago He rides
There was a sad gypsy clown who could make you cry With a lick of guitar and a Spanish Fly And every night was a wild thing awaiting To fill the world
So here I am, trying to be the man, right? Using my gun to see at night sleeping with my flashlight In the afterlife I hope the AC works So while I wait
You play out your chick 'cause your game is hot I give you two, Italian, ice my whole crew He's banging on my chest till it's black and blue You beefing
Verse 1 Before you look down on playa over that white shite understand I work in day light you gotta work the night shift I came from a city where they
be going my way Til the blue of the night meets the gold of the day. I've sung about Dolly, my Rosie of Tralee I've sung of Chicago, and that song from
. All last night sat on the levee and moaned, All last night sat on the levee and moaned, Thinkin' 'bout me baby and my happy home. Going, goin' to chicago
Chicago, Illinois Victor unissued. Album: Parchman Farm Blues - Roots RTS 33055 Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com Yes, you're a nice girl, mama And little girl Night
soon I'll be headin' home to you I can taste your wine Though it's been a long, long time No more will I have the Chicago blues I'm in love with
Detroit snow She was hot, she had no place to go She was hot, on a cold and rainy night And she was hot, and I had the blues She was hot, honey, where
Velma Kelly? You know I was there that night? I was there that night that you got arrested. [Velma Kelly] Yeah, you're a half of Chicago. Look at this
mama late So I had to did, what I had to did 'Cause I had to get I'm up all night, getting my money right Until the blue and white Now the money coming
She's so beautiful, people, it don't seem fair Well, I've been to Chicago, been to New Orleans Yes, I've been to Chicago, been to New Orleans But I'
Tried busking down in frisco, tried dancin' in la I played the blues in chicago, boy I ran home in santa fe I played guitar for many men, signed a deal
7) I just need a, I just need a man (Back up in New York City, the strong streets down in H-Town) Strong and understands (To the Windy City of Chicago
'tcha? Rhonda: Bells on bob-tail ring, Making spirits bright! Oh, what fun it is to ride To chicago every night, oh... Harry: For chrissake, rhonda