Going to Chicago, Sorry that I can't take you
Going to Chicago sweetie, woman I'm Sorry I can't take you
There is nothing in Chicago that a California woman can do
I'm leaving you tomorrow, Lord I'm Chicago bound
Oh I'm leaving you tomorrow baby, I'm Chicago bound
It's nothing here now, ain't no need for me to hang around
Don't the moon look lonesome, shining through the trees
Don't the moon look lonesome, shining through the trees
Well there's nothing in Chicago, that a monkey woman like you can do do do do do do