| In this land of the bitter cold
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| Where the dead still have their say
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| Winter storms that I’ve survived in
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| This year’s the worst I’ve ever seen
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| More crooks than a rusty saw blade
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| Yet the blues take it all away
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| Rail cars all herd together
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| 'cause they know that it’s the place to be
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| And it’s alright
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| 'cause it’s winter in Chicago and I’m stuck on Lake Shore Drive
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| And there’s no work. |
| The frost, it bites
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| 'Cause it’s winter in Chicago and the Hawks are on tonight
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| Yeah, it’s alright
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| Big shoulders of the windy city carry more cause they take the reins
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| Big mouths do a lot of talking, carve an «X» in the good old runway
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| But still a place of progress if you know how to play the game
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| Hey, boss, now here’s my story
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| Another day goes by on the midwest plains
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| And it’s alright
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| 'cause it’s winter in Chicago and I’m stuck on Lake Shore Drive
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| And there’s no work. |
| The frost, it bites
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| 'Cause it’s winter in Chicago and the Hawks are on tonight
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| Yeah, it’s alright
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| Until it’s 2 o’clock in the morning
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| Just too early in the morning
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| And the world comes crashing down around
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| So hard to win, gotta face the world and start again
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| And it’s alright
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| 'cause it’s winter in Chicago and I’m stuck on Lake Shore Drive
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| And there’s no work. |
| The frost, it bites
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| 'Cause it’s winter in Chicago and the Hawks are on tonight
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| Yeah, it’s alright
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| Yeah, it’s alright (x7) |