Booker T's at the front door, saying it's time to go Coltrane's at the mother blues tonight, 63rd to southshore We're cruising in the Dyna-Flo Ain't no
the rules I knew Now, ain't it sad (Ain't it sad) Ain't it true (Ain't it true) Ain't it blue (Ain't it blue) Ain't it blue The life I live is pretty
two-face, she's a worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night Got a case of the blues in the night Don't know what to do blues every
alone But it is so hard to fake that laugh When my insides are cryin' and my heart's torn in half And all the music I hear and things I valued so dear Make me feel so blue
So when you wake up this morning And those blues are hangin' 'round, yeah Just listen baby And I'll tell you what to do I just may join you, 'neath your
Ch Chicago ch-ch-ch-ch Chicago Chicago ch-ch-ch-ch Chicago Rap rap is like a set up a lot of games a lot of suckas with colorful names rap is like a set
a dead man's touch Whisper on a scream doesn't change a thing Doesn't bring you back Blue on black, oh blue on black Oh blue on black, oh blue on black
Going to Chicago, sorry I can't take you Going to Chicago, sorry I can't take you There's nothing in Chicago that a man like you can do When you see
I was born in Chicago in 1941 I was born in Chicago in 1941 Well, my father told me "Son, you had better get a gun" Well, my first friend went down when
I was born in Chicago at nineteen and forty-one I was born in Chicago at nineteen and forty-one Well, my father told me "Son, you had better get a gun
Maurice White, Jon Lind, Nicky Brown & Brock Walsh Booker T's at the front door Saying it's time to go Coltrane's at the mother blues tonight 63rd to
(Count Basie) You keep your New York Joys I'm going to Illinois Just as fast as I can You New York women think You'll make a fool of any man Play all
I was born in chicago in 1941 I was born in chicago in 1941 Well My father told me Son you had better get a gun Well my first friend went down when
the ruins blood grown heavy from his past his wings stripped by thunder but those storms keep coming back singing birds in sickness sing the same blues
's A Worrisome Thing Who'll Leave You To Sing The Blues In The Night. (Got A Case Of The Blues In The Night, Don't Know What To Do Blues Every Night...)
it is so hard To fake that laugh When my insides are cryin' And my heart's torn in half And all the music I hear And things I valued so dear Make me feel so blue
to do the rules I knew Ain't it sad Ain't it sad Ain't it true Ain't it true Ain't it blue Ain't it blue Ain't it blue Sometimes I want to walk away I
(Terry Kath) So when you wake up this morning And those blues are hangin' 'round, yeah Just listen baby And I'll tell you what to do I just may join
