| Goin’to Chicago gonna play the blues,
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| Leavin’in the morning with my rock and roll shoes.
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| Ain’t goin’to no airport ain’t gonna get no plane,
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| Lookin’for my roots that’s why I take the train.
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| Goin’down to Memphis, nothin’left to lose,
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| Take along my Gibson gonna play some blues.
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| String around my suitcase, pocket full of rye,
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| There’s something 'bout the blues that aways makes me cry
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| Tired of getting nowhere workin’nine to five,
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| Got to get away so I can feel alive.
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| You’ve only got one life, that’s what they say to me,
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| Time it is a wastin’when I should be free.
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| I’ve done a lot of talking, now it’s time to make a stand.
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| Instead of playing safe, I should be playing with the band.
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| You’ve got to keep on moving, you’ve heard it all before.
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| This time I’m gonna make it, won’t be back no more. |