| I just blew in from the windy city
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| The windy city is mighty purty
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| But they ain’t got what we got
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| No, sirree
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| They’ve got shacks up to seven stories
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| Never see any morning glories
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| But a step from our doorway
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| We got 'em for free
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| They’ve got those minstrel shows
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| Purty ladies in the big chapeaus
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| Private lawns, public parks
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| For the sake of civic virtue
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| They’ve got fountains there that squirt you
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| I just blew in from the windy city
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| The windy city is mighty purty
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| But they ain’t got what we got
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| I’m tellin' ya, boys
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| We got more life in Deadwood City
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| Than in all of Illinois
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| You should-a seen me a-winder shoppin'
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| A-winder shoppin' with eyes a-poppin'
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| At the sights that you see there, yes sirree
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| Press a bell and a moment later
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| Up you go in an elevator
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| Just as fast as a polecat a-climbin' a tree
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| I heard claim hundreds came
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| To a thing they call a baseball game
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| Cigar stores, revolving doors
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| They’ve got new inventions coming
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| 'Stead of outdoor, indoor plumbing
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| I just blew in from the windy city
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| The windy city is mighty purty
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| But they ain’t got what we got
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| I’m tellin' ya, boys
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| I ain’t a-swappin' half of Deadwood
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| For the whole of Illinois |