Going to Chicago gonna play the blues
Leaving in the morning with my Rock & Roll shoes
Ain't going to no airport- ain't gonna get no plane
I'm looking for my roots
(that's why) I'm gonna take the train
Going down to Memphis nothin let to lose
Take along my Gibson gonna play some blues
String around my suitcase, pocket full of rye
There's something 'bout the blues that always makes me cry
L'm tired of getting nowhere - working Nine till Five
I've got to get away so I can feel alive
You've only got one life, that what they say to me
The time it is 'a wasting when I should be free
L've done a lot of talking, now it's time to make a stand
Instead of playing safe, I should be playing with the band
You've got to keep on moving, you've heard it all before
This time l'm gonna make it, won't be back no more
Writer(s): Alvin Lee, Tim Hinkley
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