| Song | Cairo, Illinois |
| Artist | Pokey Lafarge |
| Album | Something In the Water |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| If it’s not where you’re from | |
| But what you had where you happened to come from | |
| More or less I’d say that I had none | |
| Eatin’ and drinkin’ would be all that I do | |
| And if it’s not what you do | |
| But what you got, then I got less | |
| And out of loving or playing, I like loving the best | |
| Now baby, take me with you when you go | |
| Chorus: | |
| Take me to the bridge where the rivers collide | |
| Down in Cairo, Illinois on a Saturday night | |
| I might jump in | |
| Everyone wants to hear a song | |
| That helps the day seem half as long | |
| But I’m trying | |
| I want you to see that I’m trying, babe | |
| If you’ve lost your ticket to paradise | |
| Or you spent your money for the bus | |
| It’s cold coffee in the morning, slow trumpet at dusk | |
| Now baby, catch that old midnight train | |
| Chorus: | |
| I want you to hear that I’m trying, babe | |
| Down by the levee | |
| Where you swear God’s got you shamed | |
| Just cast your doubts and the mistakes that you’ve made | |
| Into that old wishing well, well well well well | |
| Don’t the river look lonesome at twilight? | |
| Well, there ain’t no looking back | |
| It’s just a broken fiddle and an old tote sack | |
| In the morning you’ll be going south | |
| Chorus | |
| I want you to feel like I’m trying, babe, oh yes, I want you to know that I’m trying |
| If it' s not where you' re from | |
| But what you had where you happened to come from | |
| More or less I' d say that I had none | |
| Eatin' and drinkin' would be all that I do | |
| And if it' s not what you do | |
| But what you got, then I got less | |
| And out of loving or playing, I like loving the best | |
| Now baby, take me with you when you go | |
| Chorus: | |
| Take me to the bridge where the rivers collide | |
| Down in Cairo, Illinois on a Saturday night | |
| I might jump in | |
| Everyone wants to hear a song | |
| That helps the day seem half as long | |
| But I' m trying | |
| I want you to see that I' m trying, babe | |
| If you' ve lost your ticket to paradise | |
| Or you spent your money for the bus | |
| It' s cold coffee in the morning, slow trumpet at dusk | |
| Now baby, catch that old midnight train | |
| Chorus: | |
| I want you to hear that I' m trying, babe | |
| Down by the levee | |
| Where you swear God' s got you shamed | |
| Just cast your doubts and the mistakes that you' ve made | |
| Into that old wishing well, well well well well | |
| Don' t the river look lonesome at twilight? | |
| Well, there ain' t no looking back | |
| It' s just a broken fiddle and an old tote sack | |
| In the morning you' ll be going south | |
| Chorus | |
| I want you to feel like I' m trying, babe, oh yes, I want you to know that I' m trying |
| If it' s not where you' re from | |
| But what you had where you happened to come from | |
| More or less I' d say that I had none | |
| Eatin' and drinkin' would be all that I do | |
| And if it' s not what you do | |
| But what you got, then I got less | |
| And out of loving or playing, I like loving the best | |
| Now baby, take me with you when you go | |
| Chorus: | |
| Take me to the bridge where the rivers collide | |
| Down in Cairo, Illinois on a Saturday night | |
| I might jump in | |
| Everyone wants to hear a song | |
| That helps the day seem half as long | |
| But I' m trying | |
| I want you to see that I' m trying, babe | |
| If you' ve lost your ticket to paradise | |
| Or you spent your money for the bus | |
| It' s cold coffee in the morning, slow trumpet at dusk | |
| Now baby, catch that old midnight train | |
| Chorus: | |
| I want you to hear that I' m trying, babe | |
| Down by the levee | |
| Where you swear God' s got you shamed | |
| Just cast your doubts and the mistakes that you' ve made | |
| Into that old wishing well, well well well well | |
| Don' t the river look lonesome at twilight? | |
| Well, there ain' t no looking back | |
| It' s just a broken fiddle and an old tote sack | |
| In the morning you' ll be going south | |
| Chorus | |
| I want you to feel like I' m trying, babe, oh yes, I want you to know that I' m trying |