Paroles:
Chicago

you heard this groove before? Chorus 1: 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

- to my sweet home Chicago. Oh - baby, don't you want to go? Oh - baby, don't you want to go? Back to the land of California - to my sweet home Chicago

go Back to that same old place Sweet home Chicago Come on Baby don't you wanna go Hidehey Baby don't you wanna go Back to that same old place Oh sweet home Chicago

I was born in chicago in 1941 I was born in chicago in 1941 Well My father told me Son you had better get a gun Well my first friend went down when

to the same old place, my sweet home Chicago Come on, baby don't you want to go Com on, baby don't you want to go To the same old place, sweet home Chicago

Las Vegas is a risky town where lovers drink their whiskey down And sell themselves to sin. Where somewhere between cheap motels and overnight wedding

Chicago Chicago Chicago Quand je vais revoir mon vieux grand-mere a Chicago Il sort ses histoires son revolver son borsalino Et deux verres sur une table

Chicago Chicago Chicago Quand je vais revoir mon vieux grand-mere a Chicago Il sort ses histoires son revolver son borsalino Et deux verres sur une table

far From my little Chitown Goodbye, farewell I might see you later Going to Chicago Sorry but I can't take you I come from Chitown Going back to my town Going to Chicago