Old ink on a folded page
A city locked inside a cage
Red lines run through the frozen dirt
Where the winter wind starts to hurt
Follow the map to the basement floor
Knock three times on the heavy door
Bass notes shake in the Chicago heat
Under the rush of the rainy street
The driver knows every dead end street
Where the ghosts and the gamblers meet
He keeps a coin for the lucky hand
In a town built on shifting sand
Follow the map to the basement floor
Knock three times on the heavy door
Bass notes shake in the Chicago heat
Under the rush of the rainy street
A brass horn screams in a smoky room
Cutting right through the midnight gloom
The map shows a path to the velvet seat
Where the rhythm and the liquor meet
Follow the map to the basement floor
Knock three times on the heavy door
Bass notes shake in the Chicago heat
Under the rush of the rainy street
He parks the cab by the iron gate
The clock says it is getting late
The paper tears at the jagged edge
A secret kept like a solemn pledge
Follow the map to the basement floor
Knock three times on the heavy door
Bass notes shake in the Chicago heat
Under the rush of the rainy street
Just follow the red line down
The deepest beat in this town Red line down
Down down down
