Goin' to Chicago, sorry but I can't take you, Goin' to Chicago, sorry but I can't take you, There's nothin' in Chicago that a mucky woman can do! When you see me comin', raise your window high, When you see me comin', raise your window high, When you see me passin' baby, hang your head and cry! Hurry down sunshine, see what tomorrow brings, Hurry down sunshine, see what tomorrow brings, The sun went down, tomorrow brought us rain! You're so mean and evil, you do things you ought not do, You're so mean and evil, you do things you ought not do, You've got my brand of honey, just don't have to put up with you!

I'm goin' back to Indiana Back to where I started from Goin' back to Indiana Indiana, here I come I spent my weeks with greener pastures I still ain't found what I was after I got the blues and that is why I sing I just wanna do my thing I'm goin' back to Indiana Indiana, here I come I'm goin' back to Indiana 'Cause that's where my baby's from Okay, Tito, you got it I'm goin' back to Indiana Indiana, here I come I'm goin' back to Indiana 'Cause that's where my baby's from Hollywood you got a lot of pretty things I saw a lotta movie stars with diamond rings But I ain't got my baby and I'm feeling wrong That's why I gotta sing my song I'm goin' back to Indiana Indiana, here I come I'm goin' back to Indiana 'Cause that's where my baby's from I'm comin, I'm comin', I'm comin' I'm comin', I'm home Rah rah, sis, boom, bah One more time for Roosevelt High Johnny, Ray, Tex, Scooter and Lorenzo too Watch T.W. Brown do the boogaloo Every soul that passes by This song's to you from the Jackson 5 I'm comin' home, it's plain to see I still got Indiana soul in me I'm goin' back to Indiana Indiana, here I come I'm goin' back to Indiana 'Cause that's where my baby's from That's where she is

Livin' in the land of the dead hay Blind in the burned-out street Garbage everywhere Everybody's fightin' for a bigger piece of me The whole thing's lame, it's killin' my brain Guess it's just who I am I'll keep the rumble of the old dirt road You can keep the traffic jam Goin' to the country Goin' to the country Gonna lick off milk and honey And work a piece of land Blend it in the springtime Cann it for the cold time Way up on the high line Gettin' back to where I been Hey Well, I've been in the crowd, just tryna get out For a very long time indeed Lookin' for a home where I can grow My pretty little wildwood weed Gonna get me a farm with a horse and a barn And plant 15 acres a week I been livin' off the grid and smokin' on some licks Come harvest, have a big ol' feast Yeah, goin' to the country Goin' to the country Gonna lick off milk and honey And work a piece of land Blend it in the springtime Cann it for the cold time Way up on the high line Gettin' back to where I been Livin' in the country Gettin' back to where I been

Going back to Alabama Now that I? ve learned the thing too Life with me ain? t been so easy But I? ve got some living yet to do. 'Cause a man who walks by the side of the road Can turn himself around He can pick himself fast, just himself fast And start all over again, my friend. Some days I didn? t wanna wake up in the morning My family and friends were all down on me I tried to tell? em where I was going But they never saw the man I saw in me. Some folks called me a dreamer Other folks left and called me a fool All I ever wanted to be was a winner 'Cause I know a winner can never lose. 'Cause a man who walks by the side of the road Can turn himself around He can pick himself fast, just himself fast And start all over again, my friend...

Stake my future on a hell of a past Looks like tomorrow is coming on fast Ain't complaining 'bout what I got Seen better times, but who has not? Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know Honest as the next jade rolling that stone When I come knocking don't throw me no bone I'm an old boll weevil looking for a home If you don't like it you can leave me alone I can snap my fingers and require the rain From a clear blue sky and turn it off again I can stroke your body and relieve your pain And charm the whistle off an evening train Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know I give what I got until I got no more I take what I get until I even the score You know I love you and furthermore When it's time to go you got an open door I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain You give something up for everything you gain Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain Pay for your ticket and don't complain Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go, go Find out something only dead men know One of these days and it won't be long Going down in the valley and sing my song I will sing it loud and sing it strong Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know Come on Come on