Chicago (Chi-Town) Blues

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? 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-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 Chorus 2: 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 (repeat) 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