Lyrics Little Chicago - Little Man Tate

Little Chicago

Mister, what you gonna do now?
It looks like we caught you out
On the 13th, 13th of November
When she lit up, sussed you out
So what’s it with blue skies?
It’s not a good day
Don’t want to see a local man put away
But they were hard times, with hard men
That if you crossed, you never would again
But there were guidelines you only got
If you dished out to them
Someone, someone turn the light out
There’s somethings best not seen
But so long with nothing to rely on
Apart from inevitability
So what’s it with blue skies?
It’s not a good day
Don’t want to see a local man put away
But they were hard times, with hard men
That if you crossed, you never would again
But there were guidelines you only got
If you dished out to them
Different (lives)…
We lived in different times
Had difficult lives in different towns