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.
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.
Now one and one is two – two and two is four.
I’m heavy loaded baby – I’m booked I got to go.
Cryin baby – honey don’t you want to go?
Back to the land of California – to my sweet home Chicago.
Now two and two is four – four and two is six.
You goin keep on monkeying round here friend boy.
You goin get your business all in atrick, but I’m cryin.
Baby – honey, don’t you want to go?
Back to the land of California – to my sweet home Chicago.
Now six and two is eight – eight and two is ten,
Friend boy she trick you one time, she sure goin do it again.
But I’m cryin, hey, hey – baby don’t you want to go?
To the land of California, to my sweet home Chicago.
I’m goin to California – from there to Des Moines, Iowa.
Somebody will tell me that you need my help someday, cryin.
Hey, hey – baby, don’t you want to go?
Back to the land of California – to my sweet home Chicago