Letra de
Come On Feel The Illinoise

Oh great intentions
I've got the best of interventions
Chicago, in fashion, the soft drinks, expansion
Oh Columbi-a!
From Paris, incentive, like Cream of Wheat invented,
The Ferris Wheel!
Oh great intentions
Columbi-a!
of instrmental stuff here that can be left out if playing this song on a guitar because
are two ways to play them. One is just the regular chords and the second is with the
line added in on top of it. It's pretty obvious which goes where (trumpet goes mainly
I cried myself to sleep last night
And the ghost of Carl, he approached my window
I was hypnotized, I was asked, To im-pro-vise
On the attitude, the regret
Of a thousand centuries of death
Even with the heart of terror and the superstitious wearer
I am riding all alone
I am writing all alone
Even in my best condition, counting all the superstition