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