Chicago (Chi-Town) Blues - Earth, Wind & Fire

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’ll 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 di-ya ba di-ya

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, ooo, 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 di-ya ba di-ya

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 di-ya ba di-ya

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 di-ya ba di-ya

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 di-ya ba di-ya

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