| Baby, don’t you want to go?
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| Take your time now and make this one right
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| Baby don’t you want to go? |
| Go where?
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| To that land of California, sweet old Chicago
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| Yeah
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| Now did you get that letter
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| Dropped in your backyard?
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| I wants to come to see you
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| Your best man got me barred
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| Cry, oh ooh
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| Baby, don’t you want to go?
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| To that land Californ', sweet old Chicago
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| Now I don’t drink because I’m dry
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| I drink because I’m blue
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| The reason I drink, pretty mama
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| Now I can’t get 'long with you
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| Baby, don’t you want to go?
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| Yeah
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| To that land a Californ', sweet old Chicago
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| Now, look-a-here, baby
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| Don’t have to tell you know more
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| You can get my lovin'
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| If you just let him go
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| Cry, oh
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| Playin' me a long shout
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| Baby, don’t you want to go?
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| To that land a Californ', sweet old Chicago
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| Planned on May
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| Yes, yes
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| Yeah
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| Yes, yes
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| Yeah, June or May
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| Baby, don’t you wanna go?
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| Yeah, hey
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| Baby, don’t you wanna go? |
| Go where?
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| To that land of Californ', sweet old Chicago
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| Yeah
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| Now, my my mama told me
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| «Papa, startin' to cry
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| Son, you’re too young-a man
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| To have them women your side»
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| She cried, «Look-a-here, babe
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| I know you wants to go
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| To that land of Californ', sweet old Chicago»
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| Oh, be-be-be-ba
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| Kee-da-da-da |