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.



Chorus

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.



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.



Chorus

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.



Chorus

Illinois-I'm your boy.