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 south shore
We're cruising in the Dyna-Flo
Ain't no way they let us play, but then they might

14 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, I 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

Ba da bop ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
Ee-yay, ee-yeay, ee-yay, ee-yay
Send that drummer home and let me play

Ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
Ee-yay, ee-yeay, ee-yay, ee-yay
Send that drummer home and let me play

Ba da bop ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah
Ba da bop bop ba do-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
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
Ee-yay, ee-yeay, ee-yay, ee-yay
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay

Ba da bop ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah
Ba da bop bop ba do-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
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
Ee-yay, ee-yeay