Chicago Bound Blues

Last night,

I stole away and

cried.

Hey, last night, I

stole away and

cried.

Had the blues for Chicago,

and I just can't be

satisfied.

Blues on my brain, my

tongue refuse to

talk.

Blues on my

brain, my tongue

refuse to talk.

I would follow my daddy but

my feet refuses

to

walk.

Mean old farmer,

cruel old agent man.

Oh, mean old

farmer, cruel

old agent man.

You took my man away and

left his mama standing

here.

Big red headline,

tomorrow's Defender

news.

Big red

headline,

tomorrow's Defender

news.

Woman there down home

with those Chicago

blues.

I

said

blues.