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
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
Till the cold windy city of Chicago