Goin’ to Chicago Blues Songtext
von B.B. King

Goin′ to Chicago
Sorry that I can't take you
I′m goin' to Chicago
Sorry that I can't take you
There is nothing in Chicago
That a market woman can do


When you see me coming, baby
Raise your window high
When you see me coming, baby
Raise your window high
And when you see me leaving, woman
Baby, hang your head across

You′re so mean and evil
You do things that you ought not do
Yes, I say, you′re so mean and evil
You do things that you ought not do
And look, you've got my pays up, honey
So I guess I′ll have to put up with you