Syl Johnson
Syl Johnson
Syl Johnson
Syl Johnson
Syl Johnson
Syl Johnson
Syl Johnson
Syl Johnson
Syl Johnson
Syl Johnson
I'm stuck in Chicago, it's pouring rain
I don't know what to do
I spent all my money on the telephone
Trying to get to you
I walk the streets, the windy streets
Calling out your name
I saw the place where you said we'd meet
But you never came
You wrote me a letter, told me to meet you here
You even gave me time and directions
I feel like a fool, 'cause you're not here
Looks like I must have lost connection
When a man gets lonely and needs his woman
Thеre's nothing he won't do
You're my woman and I need you, honеy
I'm trying to get to you
I walk the streets, the windy streets
Calling out your name
I saw the place where you said we'd meet
But you never came
You wrote me a letter, told me to meet you here
You even gave me time and directions
I feel like a fool, 'cause you're not here
Looks like I must have lost connection
I'm stuck in Chicago, it's pouring rain
I don't know what to do
I've been looking, I've been searching
Trying to get to you
I walk the streets, the windy streets
Calling out your name
Stuck In Chicago was written by Ernest Cate & Earl Cate.
Stuck In Chicago was produced by Willie Mitchell.