Blaine Bailey - City Blues Lyrics

Take me back to Oklahoma
I can't stand this place
The miles and miles of concrete
Can't aid with my pain
And my darlin' bride's all alone
Heart full of blues
Calling to the Lord
For a different pair of shoes
I cut a rug in late July
Chasin' the devil
Leaving everything I've known behind
Makes my heart unsettled
The snows falling down
On the Windy City streets
My heart just grows cold
The more I sit and think
Because all I've been chasing
Is pipe bomb dreams
I sit here and dwell
With my heart on my sleeve
And I'll thumb my way out
To the nearest greyhound
And put my city blues out of style
And my hair turns to silver
More and more every day
Cause the sights I went searching
Just led me astray
I got a wad in my pocket
I'm not lacking the bread
Just need to see the Illinois
Cuttin' through my home land
Because all I've been chasing
Is pipe bomb dreams
I sit here and dwell
With my heart on my sleeve
And I'll thumb my way out
To the nearest greyhound
And put my city blues out of style
And I've had my share of this place
And it just might be the last time
I don't know
How folks make it up here when
A friend is so hard to find
It's enough to trouble my mind
Because all I've been chasing
Is pipe bomb dreams
I sit here and dwell
With my heart on my sleeve
And I'll thumb my way out
To the nearest greyhound
And put my city blues out of style
And put my city blues out of style
Put my city blues out of style