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 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 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 Till the cold windy city of chicago
