Goodbye Illinois Songtext
von Joshua Scott Jones

I took a ride on an eighteen wheeler when I was young and wild-eyed
With a good-ole-boy named Clint, he just turned thirty-five
And Lord, I felt just like a cowboy when I crossed that state line
Goodbye Illinois, hello California, mama warned me one last time

Well here I come, Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)
I′m gonna be a big star
If I don't die first or get busted by the police
I′m gonna hit the ground runnin'
Lord, I ain't got nothin′, just my clothes and my guitar
Goodbye Illinois, hello California, mama baby gonna be a star

He said "son, do ya mind, to take the wheel for a while"
I said "uh sir, I′ll sure try" and then he flipped on the cab light
Then he showed me some pictures of his girlfriend's goodies
As he cleaned his 45
And then he broke out something that I never seen it comin′
And it kept me up all night, woo


Well here I come, Los Angeles
(Los Angeles) ha
Gonna be a big star
If I don't die first or get popped by the police
I′m gonna hit the ground runnin'
Lord, I ain′t got nothin', just my clothes and my guitar
Goodbye Illinois, hello California, little Jonsy gonna be a star

Haha
(Yeehaw)
Well here I come, Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)
I'm gonna be a big star
If I don′t die first or get busted by the police
I′m gonna hit the ground runnin'
Lord, I ain′t a got nothin'
Just my clothes and my guitar
Goodbye Illinois, hello California
Mama baby gonna be a star
Mama′s baby gonna be a star

(Los Angeles)
Yeah
Hahaha