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, 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, 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, oh, Illinois Illinois, Illinois, Illinois, I'm your boy © HICKORY GROVE MUSIC; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com