In this cold,
windy city of Chicago
Here I stand, I'm waiting for a train
Lord, I wish I had lots of money
That I'd go home on a big jet plane
But I can't even buy a cup of coffee
And my spirits, are bending low
With the wind to my back,
I stand along the track
In this cold, windy city of Chicago
Oh, and, oh,
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 -comin'
And the whistle mourns soft and low
You can almost hear it say
Be glad you're on your way
From this cold, windy city of Chicago
Low and low
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