Bye New York, so long Philly Hollywood your Wacko City Chicago got just too damn windy for me Frisco's fine apart from that line New Orleans is just
Spread The Word, Culturally Mixed Up, No misconceptions, Rock with the Bad Man Panamanian Youth inna Chicago, Certified, well qualified fi Murda Massive
Till I'm gone nigga sing my song, nigga sing my song Omilio just trying get over let me catch a nigga trying to get over Till I'm gone sing my song, nigga
, talkies, Technicolor, long ago My younger ways stand clearer, clearer than my footprints Stardom greats I've followed closely Closer than the nearest heartbeat Longer
girl wearin' nothin' but a smile and a towel In the picture on the billboard in the field near the big old highway I bet it wouldn't take her long to be gone
our names, our names Just like the people before When they reached the distant shore With their drink and their dance And their dreams and sincere aims All ghosts long gone
Would you trust this poor child to You just roll on cold river Wash little Moses down We've got business to attend to In Chicago town, in Chicago town
1 of 4... My name is Ian Mathias Bavitz I was born in 1-9-7-6, at Biosfet hospital, located in Long Island, NY I am 6 foot, four I weigh 2-0-0 pounds
wire keeps us out Mother says with luck we'll sleep under a roof tonight Father says in the truck we'll be crushed in tight Oh Chicago, don't forget
gone And the night has brought a storm And soon I'll be headin' home to you I can taste your wine Though it's been a long, long time No more will
) Prayer changes (When it seems you can't go on) Prayer changes (And all your strength is gone) Prayer changes (Hold on it won't be long) Prayer changes
the caramels. [Announcer] And now, for all you Chicago's stay-up-laters. Night hours would only come alive at the dark. We dedicate this tune. Chicago
boys, city boys Cadalacs, Rolly Royce Whatever...long as we Ridin' Pretty girls, ghetto boos On the boulevard, in the avenue It's a long a walk Now
Tried busking down in frisco, tried dancin' in la I played the blues in chicago, boy I ran home in santa fe I played guitar for many men, signed a deal
the sidewalks of Chicago wishing I had lived some other time I wasn't here too long before I met her the lady really swept me off my feet She stayed just long
long, come on (Job was sick so long) Flesh fell from his bone (Work it out) Wife, cows, and children (Work it out) Everything he had was gone (Work
rats by the Viet Cong Fields of death bodies piled up higher Through the silence of the Tet cease-fire The will to fight seems so long gone While back
that summer's warmth is gone? I'll be yours right up 'til spring Hold me tight all winter long It's true-- LA don't get cold Not like New York or Chicago