Chicago (Chi-Town) Blues

Booker T's at the front door, saying it's time to go

Coltrane's at the mother blues tonight, 63rd to southshore

We're cruising in the Dyna-Flo

Ain't no way they let us play but then they might

Fourteen years not a one day more, yeah

Struttin' my stuff up and down the floor

Haven't you heard this groove before?

Ba da bop ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah

Ba da bop, bop ba do, ah do-ay

I'll never lose chicago blues

Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay

We tried to be cool, yeah

Flat tops up stove pipes down

Finding out the good stuff

You never gonna learn in school

Comes easy in this part of town

I brought my sticks, we're sittin' in, all night

Better be quick, gotta hold on tight

It's gonna be a real jam down delight

Ba da bop ba dee, ah ba dee-ah

Ba da bop bop ba do,ah do-ay

I'll never lose chicago blues

Send that drummer home and

Let me play, let me play

Ba da bop ba dee, ah ba dee-ah

Ba da bop bop ba dol ah do-ay

Ee-yay, ee-yeay, ee-yay, ee-yay

Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay

Ba dee ah, ba dee-ah

Ee-yay, ee-yeay, ee-yay, ee-yay

Ba da bop bop ba do, ah do-ay