Goin' to Chicago Blues - Lambert, Annie Ross, Hendricks

You keep your New York Joys

I’m going to Illinois

Just as fast as I can

You New York women think

You’ll make a fool of any man

Play all kinds of games

And you’ll cheat if you can

Use love like a tool

Make a man a fool

What a beautiful motto

Got my money, that’s it How can you mind if I split

Going back where a woman

Really knows the way to treat a man

And people are friendly

Without no hidden plan

It’s the best in the midwest

It’s a real darn city full of Good folks who come from home

And when I get back

I’ll never roam far

From my little Chitown

Goodbye, farewell

I might see you later

Going to Chicago

Sorry but I can’t take you

I come from Chitown

Going back to my town

Going to Chicago

Sorry but I can’t take you

No use in crying

Tired of your lying

There ain’t nothing in Chicago

That a monkey woman can do I got to quit you

Can’t make it with you

When you see me coming, baby

Raise your window high

Hide your window to the sky, yeah

When you see me coming, baby

Raise your window high

Catch me passing on the fly, yeah

But when you see me passing, baby

Hang your head and cry

Search your soul and

Wonder why, yeah

Hurry, hurry down sunshine

And see what tomorrow brings

Tomorrow, tomorrow

Hurry, hurry, hurry down sunshine

And see what tomorrow brings

Tomorrow, tomorrow

Well, the sun went down

And tomorrow brought us rain

Tomorrow brought sorrow

You’re so mean and evil

You do things you ought not do My, you’re a mean one

First time I’ve seen one

You’re so mean and evil

You do things you ought not do You used to be cool

Now find a new fool

Got my brand of honey

But I won’t have to Put up with you

Hate you and your town

That’s why I got

To put you down

Goodbye