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Booker T's at the front door
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Saying it's time to go
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Coltrane's at the mother blues tonight
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63rd to southshore
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We're cruising in the Dyna-Flo
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Ain't no way they let us play, but then
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they might
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Fourteen years not a one day more, yeah
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Struttin' my stuff up and down the floor
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Haven't you heard this groove before?
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Chorus 1:
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Ba da bop ba dee-ah ba dee-ah
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Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
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I'll never lose chicago blues
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Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
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We tried to be cool, yeah
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Flat tops up stove-pipes down
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Finding out the good stuff
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You never gonna learn in school
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Comes easy in this part of town
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I brought my sticks, we're sittin' in, all night
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Better be quick, gotta hold on tight
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It's gonna be a real jam down delight
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Chorus 2:
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Ba da bop ba dee-ah ba dee-ah
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Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
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I'll never lose chicago blues
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Send that drummer home and
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let me play (repeat)
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Ba da bop ba dee-ah ba dee-ah
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Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
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Ee-yay ee-yeay ee-yay ee-yay
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Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
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Ba dee-ah ba dee-ah
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Ee-yay ee-yeay ee-yay ee-yay
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Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
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CHICAGO (CHI-TOWN) BLUES
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| Earth Wind And Fire |
