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 |