Chicago (Chi-Town) Blues

Booker T's at the front door Saying it's time to go Coltrane's at the mother blues tonight 63rd to south shore We're cruising in the Dyna-Flo Ain't no way they let us play, but then they might 14 years, not a one day more, yeah Struttin' my stuff up and down the floor Haven't you heard this groove before? Ba da bop ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay I'll never lose Chicago blues Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay We tried to be cool, yeah Flat tops up, stove-pipes down Finding out the good stuff You never gonna learn in school Comes easy in this part of town I brought my sticks, we're sittin' in, all night Better be quick, I gotta hold on tight It's gonna be a real jam down delight Ba da bop ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay I'll never lose Chicago blues Send that drummer home and let me play Ba da bop ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay Ee-yay, ee-yeay, ee-yay, ee-yay Send that drummer home and let me play Ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay Ee-yay, ee-yeay, ee-yay, ee-yay Send that drummer home and let me play Ba da bop ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay Ee-yay, ee-yeay, ee-yay, ee-yay Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay Ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay Ee-yay, ee-yeay, ee-yay, ee-yay Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay Ba da bop ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay Ee-yay, ee-yeay, ee-yay, ee-yay Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay Ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay Ee-yay, ee-yeay