Hear the wind chimes, see the moonshine Cane poles by the lake Always seem to call to me When my soul needs a break Well, the geese fly to the sunrise If I had my choice I′d be in Paris, Illinois
All the leaves are turning now On Cherry Creek Road Sometimes you gotta lose yourself To make your way back home
To be there in the morning Would fill my heart with joy See the courthouse Feel the sunshine Down in Paris, IllinoisTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
