Illinois

Dusty day dawning
Three hours late
Open the curtains
And let the rest wait
My mind goes running
Three thousand miles east
I may miss the harvest
But I won’t miss the feast
And it looks like you’re gonna
Have to see me again
And it looks like you’re gonna
Have to see me again
And it looks like you’re gonna
Have to see me again
Illinois, oh, Illinois, Illinois, Illinois
South California
Your sun is too cold
It looks like your hills
Have been raped of their gold
I should have come out
When I was first told
This lamb has got to
Return to the fold
And it looks like you’re gonna
Have to see me again
And it looks like you’re gonna
Have to see me again
And it looks like you’re gonna
Have to see me again
Illinois, oh, Illinois
Illinois, I’m your boy
Flat on the prairies
Soil and stone
Stretching forever
Taking me home
'Cause I’ve got a woman
Who waits for me there
And I need a breath of that
Sweet country air
And it looks like you’re gonna
Have to see me again
And it looks like you’re gonna
Have to see me again
And it looks like you’re gonna
Have to see me again
Illinois, oh, Illinois
Illinois, Illinois
Illinois, Illinois
Illinois, I’m your boy