Testo Champaign, Illinois - Old 97's
Testo della canzone Champaign, Illinois (Old 97's), tratta dall'album The Grand Theatre, Vol. 1
The bottom line's been snorted
The bottom card's been dealt
No one knows like you know right now
How truly bad it felt
All your life you wasted
On dreamin' about the day
Worker bees kill off their queen
And carry all her eggs away
Oh, then if you die fearin' God
And painfully employed
No, you will not go to Heaven
You'll go to Champaign, Illinois
Up north in Chicago
Where booze makes no one blush
Memories come back to you
In a double Bourbon rush
Memories that aren't all bad
And neither, my friend, are you
There is an argument there must be some Heaven meant
For hearts that are half true
Oh, and if you spend your whole life
Rollin' horses into Troy
No, you will not go to Heaven
You'll go to Champaign, Illinois
No, you will not go to Heaven
You'll go to Champaign, Illinois
Roll on blacktop highway
Circles towards the sun
Springfield's in the distance
And that's the last big one
After that comes judgement
Oh, and judgement will be swift
You will be eliminated
But here's a parting gift
Oh, if you die fearin' God
And painfully employed
No, you will not go to Heaven
You'll go to Champaign, Illinois
No, you will not go to Heaven
You'll go to Champaign, Illinois
No, you will not go to Heaven
You'll go to Champaign, Illinois
Credits
Writer(s): Bob Dylan, Rhett Miller, Ken Bethea, Philip Peebles, Murry Keith Hammond
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