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THE COLD WINDY CITY OF CHICAGO
(Boxcar Willie)

In this cold windy city of Chicago, here I stand. I’m a-waiting for a train.
Lord, I wish had lots of money. Tonight I’d go home on a big jet plane.
But I can't even buy a cup of coffee, and my spirits they are a-bending low.
With the wind to my back, I stand along the track in this cold windy city of Chicago.

CHORUS:
Blowin' low ---
Your fingers are cold to the snow
And, Lord, I’ve never been
Where I didn't have a friend
Till the cold windy city of Chicago.

In this cold windy city of Chicago, Lord, the wind it chills me to the bone.
And I never realized in a town of this size how a man could feel so low and all alone.
In the distance, I hear the train that's comin', and the whistle mourns soft and low.
You can almost hear it say, “Be glad you're on your way from the cold windy city of Chicago.” CHORUS

TAG: In this cold windy city of Chicago.

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I knew you'd have this one, Gene. Did I do the corrections right?-Joe Offer-