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