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Goin' to Chicago gonna play the blues, |
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Leavin' in the morning with my rock and roll shoes. |
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Ain't goin' to no airport ain't gonna get no plane, |
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Lookin' for my roots that's why |
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I take the train. |
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Goin' down to |
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Memphis, nothin' left to lose, |
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Take along my |
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Gibson gonna play some blues. |
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String around my suitcase, pocket full of rye, |
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There's something 'bout the blues that aways makes me cry |
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Tired of getting nowhere workin' nine to five, |
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Got to get away so |
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I can feel alive. |
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You've only got one life, that's what they say to me, |
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Time it is a wastin' when |
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I should be free. |
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I've done a lot of talking, now it's time to make a stand. |
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Instead of playing safe, |
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I should be playing with the band. |
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You've got to keep on moving, you've heard it all before. |
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This time |
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I'm gonna make it, won't be back no more. |
