I got a show to do You know, one time for your mind Let's go to sleep in Paris And wake up in Tokyo Have a dream in New Orleans Fall in love in Chicago
ain't nothing you can do about it, oh no (Nothing you can do about it) It's like running out of love (Running out of love, say goodbye) And then it's
don't wear enough baggy clothes, Reebok's, or A-di-dos can I add that he do spaz out at his shows so say goodbye to the NAACP award goodbye to the
everything I own is in the car You can see I'm leavin' so you must know I've only come to say goodbye And then I'm bound north to Chicago Still I wish
tell you what) the 808 and the 303 ain't the friends they used to be You got no time for sweet 909 You said goodbye to Chicago Detroit City, Lord you
, I'll tell you what 808 and 303 ain't the friends they used to be You got no time for sweet 909 You said goodbye to Chicago Detroit said, Lord, you
Santa Fe ?There?s a doctor in Chicago, I know she?ll be all right ? He told himself as he stared into the night He said, ?I hope to God she finds The goodbye
from Chicago to grow You got a tool up inside of your coat And you got no clue why you decided to smoke I never even said goodbye to the bloke I would
the streets of Chicago Walkin' all the way home from commuter trains Oh yeah, yeah, yeah By this time tomorrow You'll be back at home in Chicago At
Saying goodbye, saying goodbye We always thought that those days would last We felt so high And how we spent the whole night Saying goodbye, saying goodbye Saying goodbye
down in flames Let the good times roll, we can let go Everybody knows there's a party at the end of the world Kiss it all goodbye Tonight should've
say goodbye Back on the road, up in New York City Low down blues hit me, sitting in my room Long distance operator, get me Chicago I got to get a message
I sink deep 30, 000 feet into my window seat, electric chair And I was drinking you goodbye, a heart floats in the bay From sour home Chicago, I hear
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
You hate old Chicago in the winter time When the cold wind blows right through you And you said it ain?t no fun You called west a dream come true Then
while Can't go too fast or slow why I keep drivin' I don't know Pullin' double's double trouble turnpike miles If I ever start to slide I can kiss this world goodbye
be good Never could be good I've grown a little weary of this old town A conscience sure can bring you down I'd like to hang around Chicago bars With
back to my crib, kissed matilda goodbye She started to cry, the sight brought tears to my eys The next day made my connection, check my directon My flight to chicago