Chicago
I gotta get to Chicago. I gotta get outta town.
I'd take a Chariot if I could Love,
although I think I'll take Greyhound.
And there's a lesson in the air there.
Spreading chill bugs all around.
And all the folks they're singing pretty,
and making pretty,pretty sound.
And I wanna love you in the morning.
I wanna get into your hair.
And I wanna love you without warning.
And I wanna kiss you everywhere.
And I gotta get to Chicago. I gotta get outta town.
I'd take a Chariot if I could Love,
although I think I'll take Greyhound.
And you'll be catching travel fever.
Watching the same rock rolling by.
Feeling the bus vibrate beneath you.
And Heaven bursting in the sky.
And I wanna love you in the morning.
I wanna get into your hair.
And I wanna love you without warning.
And I wanna kiss you everywhere.
Copyright © Debra Smith | Year Posted 2005
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