Sweet Home Chicago Lyrics

Original Lyrics. Recorded by Robert Johnson (1936)

Oh baby don’t you want to go
Oh baby don’t you want to go
Back to the land of California
to my sweet home Chicago

Oh baby don’t you want to go
Oh baby don’t you want to go
Back to the land of California
to my sweet home Chicago

Now one and one is two
two and two is four
I’m heavy loaded baby
I’m booked I gotta go

Cryin baby
honey don’t you want to go
back to the land of California
to my sweet home Chicago

Now two and two is four
four and two is six
You gonna keep monkeyin round here friend-boy
you gonna get your business all in a trick

But I’m cryin baby
honey don’t you wanna go
Back to the land of California
to my sweet home Chicago

Now six and two is eight
eight and two is ten
Friend-boy she trick you one time
she sure gonna do it again

But I’m cryin hey hey
baby don’t you want to go
back to the land of California
to my sweet home Chicago

I’m goin to California
from there to Des Moines Iowa
Somebody will tell me that you
need my help someday

cryin hey hey
baby don’t you want to go
back to the land of California
to my sweet home Chicago

Alternative Lyrics

Come on, baby don’t you want to go
Come on, baby don’t you want to go
To the same old place, sweet home Chicago

Now, one and one is two, two and two is four
I’m heavy loaded baby, I’m booked, I gotta go

Cryin’ baby, honey, don’t you want to go
Back to the same old place, my sweet home Chicago

Come on, baby don’t you want to go
Com on, baby don’t you want to go
To the same old place, sweet home Chicago

Now two and two is four, six and two is eight
Come on baby, don’t you make me late

I’m cryin’ hey, baby, don’t you want to go
To the same old place, sweet home Chicago

Come on, baby don’t you want to go
Come on, baby don’t you want to go
To the same old place, sweet home Chicago

Two and two is four, four and two is six,
keep stayin out late at night you gonna get your business fixed.

Six and two is eight, eight and two is ten
She double crossed you one time
and she gonna do it again

I’m goin to Chicago, two thousand miles away,
Boy won’t you tell me that you’ll be my friend someday