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Maurice White, Jon Lind, Nicky Brown & Brock Walsh 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