to the same old place, my sweet home Chicago Come on, baby don't you want to go Com on, baby don't you want to go To the same old place, sweet home Chicago
Drop palm olive on the vent and make it dope Make it come back even harder than before Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes Well connected I got killers off in Chicago
Palmolive in a nigga dope Make it come back even harder than before Baby, I'm the only one that paid your car notes Well connected, got killers off in Chicago
' home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong, Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on. Hey now get back truckin' home.
Lately it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it's been Truckin', I'm a goin' home Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong Back home, sit down and patch
I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help With all these wishes I make, I should buy somethin' real At least a telephone call home
all my people in the back jam on it To all my people in the front jam on it To all my people on the side jam on it So jam on it, say what? The sweet
're stealing our logs? And who's gonna love When all the liquor is gone, gone, gone? Scheming like a rat She comes crawling back Back from sweet Chicago
I don't want you mean mama There ain't no use you hangin' 'round For I found me another baby And now I am Chicago bound You've been fooling me baby You
boys so we'd home But what I have to do till I get back to Abilene (Abilene) that's my home (Abilene) my home sweet home (Prettiest town that I've ever
pearl Giving you the superness That he can do Believe me, girl That everyday your need is higher But love is not Chicago or L.A Home is where your heart
away CHORUS Your absence changes me and everything seems so wrong But with no sense of irony I write you this sweet love song today 3000 miles away Chicago
all your sweet lovin' I need it night and day You're gonna gimme all your sweet lovin' Stop me slippin' away You're gonna gimme gimme all your sweet
, oh yeah Home sweet home is Alabama That's what I look forward to If it ain't Dixie it don't feel quite like home My southern blood runs deep and true
lose him and all I dreamed of Still I send my baby to Chicago with love Big city don't hurt him don't change him I pray Keep him the same sweet boy as
And 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