Текст песни: Chicago (Chi-Town) Blues + перевод

Booker T’s at the front door

Saying it’s time to go

Coltrane’s at the mother blues tonight

63rd to southshore

We’re cruising in the Dyna-Flo

Ain’t no way they let us play, but then they might

Fourteen 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, 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

Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay

Ba dee-ah ba dee-ah

Ee-yay ee-yeay ee-yay ee-yay

Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay

Перевод песни Chicago (Chi-Town) Blues