Chased for singing the blues

लिरिक्स

Intro – Harmonica / Piano / Horns] One, two! One, two, three, FOUR! Well, I woke up broke on a Monday morn’, Had a black suit creased and my shoes well worn, Got a harmonica howlin’ and a six-string loose, And the whole damn city gonna hear my blues! [Verse 1] We hit South Side Chicago about quarter to ten, Played one little number, then we played it again, The bartender shouted, “Boys, turn it down!” But the people started dancing all over town! Then a blue light flashed through the window pane, There were six cop cars coming down the lane, My brother said, “Man, what did we do?” I said, “Apparently, brother… we’re singing the blues!” [Chorus] We’re running! RUNNING! Running from the boys in blue! We’re singing! SINGING! Ain’t nothing else that we can do! From the South Side bars To the old Loop lights, Got Chicago shaking On a Saturday night! They can chase us all night, But they ain’t gonna choose— YOU CAN’T ARREST A MAN FOR SINGING THE BLUES! [Horn Blast] BA-DA-BAAA! BA-DA-BAAA! [Verse 2] We jumped in the car and we hit the gas, Blew through downtown just a little too fast, Cop cars behind us, twenty-three strong, But the radio station was playing our song! Down Michigan Avenue, round we flew, One tyre smoking and the sirens too, Helicopter shining down from the sky, And my brother leaned over saying, “Man… WHY?!” I said— [Breakdown – Call & Response] Because we got the BLUES! (They got the blues!) We got the SOUL! (They got the soul!) We got the rhythm! (Let the good times roll!) They got the sirens! (WEE-OOO-WEE-OOO!) We got the horns! (BA-DA-BA-BAAA!) Then HIT IT! [Harmonica Solo] [Chorus] We’re running! RUNNING! Running from the boys in blue! We’re singing! SINGING! Ain’t nothing else that we can do! From the South Side bars To the old Loop lights, Got Chicago shaking On a Saturday night! They can chase us all night, But they ain’t gonna choose— YOU CAN’T ARREST A MAN FOR SINGING THE BLUES! [Bridge – Half Time] Now the road was blocked, And the bridge was raised, There were cops everywhere And the crowd looked amazed. So we climbed on the roof, Plugged the microphone in, The drummer counted four— And we started again! ONE! TWO! ONE-TWO-THREE-FOUR! [Huge Final Chorus] WE’RE RUNNING! RUNNING! Running from the boys in blue! WE’RE SINGING! SINGING! Chicago’s singing with us too! Got the piano pounding, Got the saxophone hot, Got fifty police cars Filling up the parking lot! They can cuff my hands, They can take my shoes— BUT YOU CAN’T! (YOU CAN’T!) NO, YOU CAN’T! (YOU CAN’T!) YOU CAN’T ARREST A MAN FOR SINGING THE BLUUUUUUUES! [Outro – Spoken over frantic blues band] “Brother?” “Yeah?” “I think they’re still following us.” “How many?” “…All of ’em.” HIT IT! [Huge harmonica solo – horns screaming – police sirens – piano glissando – crash ending] The BLUES……