[ Featuring The Blues Groovers ]
Alright, y'all
I'm gonna take a minute to tell you about myself, OK?
Oh I know we can do better than that
I said, I'm gonna take a minute to tell you about myself, OK?
You see my father, he was from New Orleans, and that's why I was born here
But my momma, Oh, she was born in a town up North
You know I remember we used to go there every summer for family vacations and whatnot
It went like this
On the last day of school, I'd come home and see momma packing bags
And I'd say, Momma, where we going?
Well she set the bags over by the door, she'd turn around look at me, she said, Kevin
Come on, baby don't you wanna go
Come on, baby don't you wanna go
We're going back to that place, now
Sweet home Chicago
Come on, baby don't you wanna go
Come on, baby don't you wanna go
We're going back to that place, y'all
Sweet home Chicago
Ooh yeah, listen to me
Now one and one is two
Two and two is four
Come on baby, going out the door
Come on, baby don't you wanna go
Don't you wanna go
We're going back to that place, now
Sweet home Chicago
Ooh yeah, listen up y'all
I'm gonna pack my bags
Move on down that line
I'm gonna pack my bags
Move on down that line
I'm gonna pack my bags up
And get home to Chicago
Now one is one is two
Six and two is eight
Come on baby, don't you make me be late
Come on, baby don't you wanna go
Don't you wanna go
We're going back to that place, now
Sweet home Chicago
I'm gonna pack my bags
I'm gonna pack my bags
Move on down that line
I'm gonna pack my bags, y'all
Move on down that line
I'm gonna pack my bags up now
And get home to Chicago
Come on, baby don't you wanna go
Come on, baby don't you wanna go
We're going back to that place, now
Sweet home Chicago
