Cold Windy City Of Chicago

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

Blow wind blow your fingers are colder than snow

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 a coming

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

Blow wind blow your fingers are colder than snow

Where I didn’t have a friend

Till the cold windy city of Chicago

Till the cold windy city of Chicago