كلمات Paris Illinois

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, Illinois