Goin´ to Chicago gonna play the blues, Leavin´ in the morning with my rock and roll shoes. Ain´t goin´ to no airport ain´t gonna get no plane,
Lookin´ for my roots that´s why I take the train.
Goin´ down to Memphis, nothin´ left to lose, Take along my Gibson gonna play some blues. String around my suitcase, pocket full of rye, There´s something ´bout the blues that aways makes me cry
Tired of getting nowhere workin´ nine to five, Got to get away so I can feel alive. You´ve only got one life, that´s what they say to me, Time it is a wastin´ when I should be free.
I´ve done a lot of talking, now it´s time to make a stand. Instead of playing safe, I should be playing with the band.
You´ve got to keep on moving, you´ve heard it all before. This time I´m gonna make it, won´t be back no more