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from down home.
This young man has never been north before.
I want you to listen to me, I got something to tell
You.
He heard about Chicago.
He
boots and a woman who
Shoots everytime you shuffle out
The stage door and darling Jesse
Do you know what it's all for? Ah Jesse
Your manager brought by
There is a countryard here in Chicago
Down by the river where no one goes
We could be married there in the countryard
By this old Spanish priest
Chicago
Discovered by du Sable
A Black Frenchman
That I had to mention
Extensions of a young man livin' on a low end
47th and Michigan, lackin'
Art of deception
Cross of dancing resurrections
Just a slow dialogue
In blinded reflections
Double edged mirror
Single falling tear
Shaky time truth
soon
I'm from Chicago, she said she like my accent
I'm from Chicago where Glocks what we react with
Standin' tall, make him tumble when that MAC spit
I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around
Now I'm all used up and I fee so turned-around
I went to church on Sunday and she passed by
I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around
Now I'm all used up and I fee so turned-around
I went to church on Sunday and she passed by
Our eastern states're dandy, so all the people say
From New York to St Louis and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling
surface there
The way she stares
She's the ghost of Chicago
She got lost somehow
She gets married tomorrow
Oh and I'm goin' down
There she is again
Beside
steady, hold it steady
Over top one another:
All by myself/I can lift a car
All by myself/I can lift a car
I can lift a car up all by myself
Over
Mister, you may, have traveled near or far,
But you haven't seen the country,
till you've seen the country by car!
Mister, may I, recommend
all you gotta do is let me
Walk right up to your door
I'm makin' my way back to Chicago
I'm makin' my way come rain or shine
I'm gonna find true
on the hill
The mornin' fog and the cool, cool night
That's where, I wanna be, San Francisco
That's where my heart up in New York City
I've been to Chicago
But
Chicago €“ so get in bed
This bedroom's only 12 by 10
You're all talk, You're all talk
I got your number for a real good time
Take the phone off
Chicago so get in bed
This bedroom's only 12 by 10
You're all talk, you're all talk
I got your number for a real good time
Take the phone off
was grown in
My Chicago bleeds, but she's a work of art
How much of a tree's the soil that it came from
What percent of me is painted by my home
And if
Just a ragged kid in overalls,
He thumbed a ride one day
He said, "Anywhere you're headed on my way."
But as we passed by Big Al's drive-in
His eyes
My bags are waiting in a cab downstairs
I've got a ticket in my pocket says I'll make it out of here
And I came by here just to tell you good-by
I
presented by Barnum
Sang her sweet lullaby
Test your memory my Dearie,
Chicago all in flames
Sure caused a terrific row
They blamed it on Mrs.
take,
The dialogue resolves, until the plot aches.
This image I kept of you,
Began to peel, and fade.
Unraveled, by these tears.
I never could hold,
Hammerdown
Hammerdown
Hammerdown
Hammer
Thousand gigs in Chicago
Never played Delaware
There are places where I'll go
I fly by night, love affair
fun like the IRS
My girl's too young to have big breasts
For a good time we chill by the mall
I tell her tales, some small some tall
Why, how you
In Chicago where I live, there's an outfit that'd tow almost anything off the street. They deal mostly with automobile. And we call 'em the Lincoln
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