Kokomo
(Eric Bibb)
I told some friends you came from Gary.
Though your home was "Nap Town".
Last time I saw you was in New York City.
Leaving on a Greyhound, home abound.
I gave you what I had in my pocket. Enough for candybars and a beer.
Then I waved goodbye with a low-down feeling.
Still I held back the tears.
I started thinking about you up in Milwaukee.
It was raining when we reached Chicago.
But the tears didn't start rolling down my cheeks, until we rolled into Kokomo.
Noone I know who ever met you, could resist the way you sang and played.
None of us will ever forget you.
We all wished you to stay, to play the music you made.
You told me you was gonna stop smoking cigarettes, and buy a good looking car.
You used to sing about your dreams coming true.
We thought you'd go so far.
I started thinking about you up in Milwaukee.
It was raining when we reached Chicago.
But the tears didn't start rolling down my cheeks, until we rolled into Kokomo.
First time you came overseas, you were only seventeen.
Playing the Blues, in Yan Rachel's Band, you were happy to be heard and seen.
Hungry and lean.
Next time around, you were on your own, making a name for yourself.
Now all tthat's left is the love in our hearts, and some real to real tapes on my shelf.
I started thinking about you up in Milwaukee.
It was raining when we reached Chicago.
But the tears didn't start rolling down my cheeks, until we rolled into Kokomo.
