G C
In this cold windy city of Chicago
G D7
Here I stand I'm a-waiting for a train
G C
Lord I wish had lots of money
G D7 G
Tonight I'd go home on a big jet plane
C
But I can't even buy a cup of coffee
G D7
And my spirits they are a-bending low
G C
With the wind to my back I stand along the track
G D7 G
In this cold windy city of Chicago
D7 G
Blow wind blow your fingers are colder than snow
And Lord I've never been
C
Where I didn't have a friend
G D7 G
Till the cold windy city of Chicago
C
In this cold windy city of Chicago
G D7
Lord the wind it chills me to the bone
G C
And I never realized in a town of this size
G D7 G
How a man could feel so low and all alone
C
In the distance I hear the train a coming
G D7
And the whistle mourns soft and low
G C
You can almost hear it say be glad you're on your way
G D7 G
From the cold windy city of Chicago
D7 G
Blow wind blow your fingers are colder than snow
And Lord I've never been
C
Where I didn't have a friend
G D7 G
Till the cold windy city of Chicago
D7 G
Till the cold windy city of Chicago