Goin’ down the Road (Chicago Sunrise)

Goin’ down the Road (Chicago Sunrise)

by Xanthe

I’m goin’ down the road

Got a bottle in my hand

Yeah, I’m goin’ down the road

Got a bottle in my hand

Honey, baby, sugar—

You just wouldn’t understand

Gotta be in Chicago

When that daylight hits the skies

Yeah, I gotta be in Chicago

When that daylight hits the skies

Sleepin’s for the weak—

Now come on, little one, don’t close those eyes

I’m goin’ down the road

Got a bottle in my hand

Yeah, I’m goin’ down the road

Got a bottle in my hand

Honey, baby, sugar—

You just wouldn’t understand

You think I’m an angel

But I’m a devil in disguise

Yeah, you think I’m an angel

But I’m a devil in disguise

My life ain’t worth a nickel

No matter what the price

I’m goin’ down the road

Got a bottle in my hand

Yeah, I’m goin’ down the road

Got a bottle in my hand

Honey, baby, sugar—

You just wouldn’t understand

Now the sun’s goin’ down

And I’m off to sleep

Yeah, the sun’s goin’ down

And I’m off to sleep

Hope is for the hopeful—

And honey, I’m the weak