Kokomo

I told some friends you came from Gary Though your home was Naptown Last time I saw you was in New York City Leaving on a Greyhound, home abound I gave you what I had in my pocket Enough for candy bars and beer Then I waved goodbye with a low-down feeling Still, I held back to tears I started thinking 'bout ya up in Milwaukee It was raining when we reached Chicago But the tears didn't start rolling down my cheeks 'Til we rolled in a Kokomo Kokomo No one I know who ever met you Could resist the way you sang and played None of us will ever forget you We all just wished you to stay, to share the music you made You told me you was gonna stop smoking cigarettes And buy a good-looking car You used to sing about your dreams coming true We thought you'd go so far I started thinking 'bout ya up in Milwaukee It was raining when we reached Chicago But the tears didn't start rolling down my cheeks 'Til we rolled into Kokomo Kokomo First time you came overseas, you was only 17 Playing the blues in Yan Rachel's Band You was happy to be heard and seen, hungry and lean Next time around, you was on your own Making a name for yourself Now all is left is the love in our hearts And some real to real tapes on my shelf I started thinking 'bout ya up in Milwaukee It was raining when we reached Chicago But the tears didn't start rolling down my cheeks 'Til we rolled into Kokomo Kokomo Ya know the tears didn't start rolling down my cheeks 'Til we rolled in a Kokomo Mm-mm, mm Kokomo, Kokomo Mm, Kokomo