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By the shores of old Lake Michigan
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Where the hawk wind blows so cold
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An old Cub fan lay dying
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In his midnight hour that tolled
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'Round his bed, his friends had all gathered
They knew his time was short
And on his head the put this bright blue cap
From his all-time favorite sport
He told them "it's late and its getting dark in here"
And I know its time to go
But before I leave the line-up
There's just one thing I'd like to know
(Chorus, sung)
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Do they still play the blues in Chicago
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When baseball season rolls around
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When the snow melts away,
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Do the Cubbies still play
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In their ivy covered burial ground?
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When I was a boy they were my pride and joy
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But now they only bring fatigue
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To the home of the brave
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The land of the free
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And the doormat of the National League