Illinois – Dan Fogelberg – letras

Dusty day dawningThree hours lateOpen the curtainsAnd let the rest wait.My mind goes runningThree thousand miles eastI may miss the harvestBut I won’t miss the feast.ChorusAnd it looks like you’re gonnaHave to see me againAnd it looks like you’re gonnaHave to see me againAnd it looks like you’re gonnaHave to see me again.Illinois…oh, Illinois.South CaliforniaYour sun is too coldIt looks like your hillsHave been raped of their gold.I should have come outWhen I was first toldThis lamb has got toReturn to the fold.ChorusIllinois-I’m your boy.Flat on the prairiesSoil and stoneStretching foreverTaking me home’Cause I’ve got a womanWho waits for me thereAnd I need a breath of thatSweet country air.Chorus