Текст песни Goin' to Chicago Blues - Jimmy Rushing

Goin' to Chicago, sorry that I can't take you
Goin' to Chicago, sorry that I can't take you
There ain't nothin' in Chicago that a mucky woman can do
When you see me comin', baby, raise your window high
When you see me comin', baby, raise your window high
When you see me passin', baby, hang your head and cry

Hurry down sunshine, see what tomorrow brings
Hurry down sunshine, see what tomorrow brings
And the sun went down, tomorrow brought us rain
You're so mean and evil, you do things you ought not do
You're so mean and evil, you do things you ought not do
You've got my brand of honey, yes, I'll have to put up with you

Anybody ask you, who was it sang this song?
Anybody ask you, who was it sang this song?
Tell 'em little Jimmy Rushing
He's been here and gone