Letra da Música: El-A-Noy - James Iha

Come you sinners, tread low
Leave your past behind
For the winners, dead of night
You can stand inside
Let your body be hers now
Let your soul unwind
Illinois, Illinois
Illinois If you can see me, hear my voice
Within these lake-bound vines
All down the wabash, rushing past
Dead drunk in living time
Your stories i've forgotten
Your tales unkind
Illinois, Illinois
Illinois, Illinois
Illinois
One day I will leave
Someday I will go
I won't come back, no
To Illinois, Illinois
Restless children in our streets
Let your love run blind
Lay your burdens at our feet
Seek what you must find
And every answer that behooves you
With every heart aligned
Illinois, Illinois
Illinois, Illinois
Illinois
As a jewel in a crown
Sits chicago town
Shining beacon of a dream
That brought the stars right down
Let our skies fill with steel titans
Let the dream be ours
Illinois, Illinois
Illinois One day
I will leave
Someday
I will go
I won't desire soon
Of Illinois, Illinois
Come you sinners, tread light
Remember from where you came
Let your body, high or low
Forget her singsong name
It doesn't matter if you love her
Just don't leave your shame
In Illinois, Illinois
Illinois, Illinois
Illinois