Goin' To Chicago Blues

Going to Chicago, sorry that I can't take you

Going to Chicago, sorry that I can't take you

There's nothing in Chicago that a monkey woman can do

When you see me comin', raise your window high

When you see me comin', raise your window high

When you see me passing, baby, hang your head and cry

Hurry down sunshine, see what tomorrow brings

Hurry down sunshine, see what tomorrow brings

The sun went down, tomorrow brought us rain

You so mean and evil, you do things you ought not do

You so mean and evil, you do things you ought not do

You've got my brand of honey, guess I'll have to put up with you