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don't you want to go,
See'mon, baby don't you want to go,

Back to that same old place,
Sweet home Chicago.
See'mon, baby don't you want to go,
Everybody Loves A Clown
Gary Lewis and the Playboys
Written by Gary Lewis, Snuff Garrett, and Leon Russell

Peak chart position # 4 in 1965
Everybody
(also covered in a *great* version by Joe Cocker
with Leon Russell and the Shelter People)

Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane,
I ain't got time
York's my home, sweet home

(What about Hollywood)
Hollywood's got movie stars and
Movie czars and cocktail bars and
Shiny cars and a wonderful
Everybody Loves A Clown
Gary Lewis and the Playboys
Written by Gary Lewis, Snuff Garrett, and Leon Russell

Peak chart position # 4 in 1965
Everybody
of
Still I send my baby to Chicago with love
Big city don't hurt him don't change him I pray
Keep him the same sweet boy as when he went away
He'll never
and then I would lose my way home

I was driving my Stutz Black Hawk through Justice in the dark
When suddenly the blood froze in my veins
She was standing
satisfied, 
Just must take a ride
Gee, but I'll be happy 
With my sweet daddy by my side
Hear that whistle blow, 
Now it's time to go, 
My train is
(*ad-libs*)

(Chorus: Russell Lee)
Sometimes I feel like I don't have a problem
Sometimes I feel like my only fear
Is the city I live in, the city
done been slam dunked on ya
You did a lot better on the corner
Cause I can tell by your game, you ain't a baller uh
I done be shot the three-pointer
(*ad-libs*)

(Chorus: Russell Lee)
Sometimes I feel like I don't have a problem
Sometimes I feel like my only fear
Is the city I live in, the city
History's not written by the vanquished or the damned
Now we are Genghis Khan, Lucretia Borghia, Son of Sam
In 1961 they took this child into their home
I
the club with our guns back to back
Chicago Bulls style, the manchild
Ain't nothing sweet on the street
Or if you hit the pen-AL you know my style

When
the term
African American Express

Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Russell
Your boy back on his hustle, you know what I've been up
movin'
We always are tourin'
Breakin hearts in cities that I leave behind
San Francisco, Sweet Chicago
I've done every hooker from here to Toledo
I charm
88.5 Chicago. Yeah.
I shoot the gift on the radio station
88.5 WHPK was the only station that would fuck with rap
88.5 Chicago. On the radio
an attack by an unknown enemy

Fo' fo' bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her