| 1871 was the year underneath an October sky
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| When a windy city man had set out with a plan to set a fire but nobody knows why
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| So Pegleg headed out back with a match and a bucket of kerosene
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| Little did he know that the wind would blow through the streets with anarchy
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| Pegleg didn’t have an alibi
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| He didn’t have a story to tell
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| But he bought his one way ticket straight to hell
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| Cuz he burned the whole damn city
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| Watched it all go down
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| Yeah he burned all of Chicago to the ground
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| Yeah he burned that beautiful city
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| He torched that beautiful town
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| Yeah he burned all of Chicago to the ground
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| Flames spread fast every night
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| While they passed through the alleys and the dead end streets
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| From suburban doors to the lakefront shore demolishing everything
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| And pegleg never got blamed for the mess made
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| Said he never broke the law
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| But all that remained was the charred black stains
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| Proving every things his fault
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| Pegleg didn’t have an alibi
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| He didn’t have a story to tell
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| But he bought his one way ticket straight to hell
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| Cuz he burned the whole damn city
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| Watched it all go down
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| Yeah he burned all of Chicago to the ground
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| Yeah he burned that beautiful city
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| He torched that beautiful town
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| Yeah he burned all of Chicago to the ground
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| Of all the books printed on his terrain
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| None raised the flag on one mans legacy
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| Now everybody knows the truth of the stories being exposed
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| So Pegleg’s going down in infamy
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| Cuz he burned the whole damn city
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| Watched it all go down
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| Yeah he burned all of Chicago to the ground
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| Yeah he burned that beautiful city
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| He torched that beautiful town
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| Yeah he burned all of Chicago to the ground |