under de cut. /jamaican
took a break from all my overdues and went down to the station
the porter man he looked at me and spit down on my shoe
my buddy Guy was fly of eye and knew what they'd be takin'
he whipped his pistol from his belt and shot 'em red and blue
we ran out to the countryside and found a comfy stable
settled down and sang aloud among the bales of hay
my buddy Guy he turned to me with eyes of brightest hazel
he asked me in the sweetest voice if I would ever stay
chicago blues, chicago blues
whatever happened to you?
chicago blues, chicago blues
I never knew, I never knew
the farmer's son he found us there and chased us out on instinct
we fled the place and soon enough we found ourselves in grass
long and gold and overgrown and it belonged to no-one
we fancied being cowboys then, if only for a day
on the run there was no air, we couldn't breathe for laughin'
my buddy Guy turned to me and looked me in the eye
'babe,' he said, 'there's nowhere else that I'd rather be runnin'
than through these fields and hillside farms, always you and I'
chicago blues, chicago blues
whatever happened to you?
chicago blues, chicago blues
I never knew, I never knew
chicago blues, chicago blues
whatever happened to you?
chicago blues, chicago blues
I never knew, someone like you
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