[Spoken:] Here we go.
Here we go.


[Lengthy instrumental intro.]

[Sung:]

((Yes, I'm leavin' Chicago.))
((A-good Lord, Mamma won't let me have my fun.))
((Yes, I'm leavin' Chicago,))

((A-good Lord, Mamma, won't let me have my fun.))
((And I'll be comin' on home some day-ee-ay-yeah)),
((Oh, I'm gonna getcha, you monther's son.))


((Now if you see my jumper,))
((A-good Lord, Mamma, hangin' upon your wall...))

((I said, cha you see my jumper,)) (ah ooo.)
(A-good Lord,)/A-good Lord, ((mamma, on your wall,))
((You're gonna know now by tonight, babe.))

You gonna get your ashes hauled.
That aint all.


[Instrumental break with some vocal stylings.]

((Now if your house catch fire,))

((A-good Lord, Mamma, ain't no water around-dah.))
((I said, your house catch fire,))
((A-good Lord, Mamma, ain't no fire around-dah)).

((Go throw your jelly roll out the window,))
Mamma, ((you let the damned old shack))
((Burn on down to the ground.))


((Yes, I'm leavin' Chicago.))
((A-good Lord, Mamma won't let me have my fun.))

((Yes, I'm leavin' Chicago,))
((A-good Lord, Mamma won't let me have my fun.))
((An' I'll be comin' on home some day-ee-ay-yeah,))

((Woh, gonna get you monther's son.))
((An' I'll be comin' on home some day-ee-ay-yeah,))
((Oh, gonna get you monther's son.))

((An' I'll be comin' on home some day-ee-ay-yeah,))
((Oh, gonna git you monther's son.))