Cairo, Illinois

	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