Illinois 
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg; Ken Saydak



Dusty day dawning three hours late 
Open the curtains and let the rest wait 
My mind goes running three thousand miles east 
I may miss the harvest but I won't miss the feast 

And it looks like you're gonna have to see me again 
And it looks like you're gonna have to see me again 
And it looks like you're gonna have to see me again 
Illinois...oh, Illinois 
Illinois, Illinois 

South California, your sun is too cold 
It looks like your hills have been raped of their gold 
I should have come out when I was first told 
This lamb has got to return to the fold 

And it looks like you're gonna have to see me again 
And it looks like you're gonna have to see me again 
And it looks like you're gonna have to see me again 
Illinois...oh, Illinois 
Illinois, Illinois 

Illinois--I'm your boy 

Flat on the prairies, soil and stone 
Stretching forever taking me home 
'Cause I've got a woman who waits for me there 
And I need a breath of that sweet country air 

And it looks like you're gonna have to see me again 
And it looks like you're gonna have to see me again 
And it looks like you're gonna have to see me again 
Illinois...oh, Illinois 
Illinois, Illinois 

Illinois, Illinois 
Illinois--I'm your boy