Chicago (Chi-Town) Blues Songtext
von Earth, Wind & Fire
Chicago (Chi-Town) Blues Songtext
Booker T′s at the front door
Saying it's time to go
Coltrane′s at the mother blues tonight
63rd to south shore
We're cruising in the Dyna-Flo
Ain't no way they let us play, but then they might
14 years, not a one day more, yeah
Struttin′ my stuff up and down the floor
Haven′t you heard this groove before?
Ba da bop ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
I'll never lose Chicago blues
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
We tried to be cool, yeah
Flat tops up, stove-pipes down
Finding out the good stuff
You never gonna learn in school
Comes easy in this part of town
I brought my sticks, we′re sittin' in, all night
Better be quick, I gotta hold on tight
It′s gonna be a real jam down delight
Ba da bop ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
I'll never lose Chicago blues
Send that drummer home and let me play
Ba da bop ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
Ee-yay, ee-yeay, ee-yay, ee-yay
Send that drummer home and let me play
Ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
Ee-yay, ee-yeay, ee-yay, ee-yay
Send that drummer home and let me play
Ba da bop ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
Ee-yay, ee-yeay, ee-yay, ee-yay
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
Ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
Ee-yay, ee-yeay, ee-yay, ee-yay
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
Ba da bop ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
Ee-yay, ee-yeay, ee-yay, ee-yay
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
Ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
Ee-yay, ee-yeay
Saying it's time to go
Coltrane′s at the mother blues tonight
63rd to south shore
We're cruising in the Dyna-Flo
Ain't no way they let us play, but then they might
14 years, not a one day more, yeah
Struttin′ my stuff up and down the floor
Haven′t you heard this groove before?
Ba da bop ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
I'll never lose Chicago blues
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
We tried to be cool, yeah
Flat tops up, stove-pipes down
Finding out the good stuff
You never gonna learn in school
Comes easy in this part of town
I brought my sticks, we′re sittin' in, all night
Better be quick, I gotta hold on tight
It′s gonna be a real jam down delight
Ba da bop ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
I'll never lose Chicago blues
Send that drummer home and let me play
Ba da bop ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
Ee-yay, ee-yeay, ee-yay, ee-yay
Send that drummer home and let me play
Ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
Ee-yay, ee-yeay, ee-yay, ee-yay
Send that drummer home and let me play
Ba da bop ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
Ee-yay, ee-yeay, ee-yay, ee-yay
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
Ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
Ee-yay, ee-yeay, ee-yay, ee-yay
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
Ba da bop ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
Ee-yay, ee-yeay, ee-yay, ee-yay
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
Ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
Ee-yay, ee-yeay
Writer(s): Maurice White, Jonathan Lind, Nicky Brown, Brock Walsh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com