| Chicago can be very cold
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| It’s a bitter land of frost and snow
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| But’s where my eyes did first behold
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| You in the Emerald City
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| Stay with me this afternoon
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| Hand to me my glass and spoon
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| My only delight is in being with you
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| Again in the Emerald City
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| Well with pikes we dug out the Erie Canal
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| With the Chinamen we layed the railroad as well
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| On our west ward way to dwell
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| In the Emerald City
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| To southside stockyards southside steel
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| A city built on Irish will
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| Who all came here with dreams to fill
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| In the Emerald City
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| Stay with me this afternoon
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| Hand to me my glass and spoon
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| My only delight is in being with you
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| Again in the Emerald City
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| Now everyone was wearing Green
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| Down Western Avenue we were seen
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| And my friends they fill my memories
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| All along the way
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| Well I kissed my girl and fell in love
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| In the front room of Christina’s pub
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| And in my mind I walk her home
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| Now and forever more
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| Then you were born, born here to me
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| And you mean everything to me
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| And no matter what I’ll always be
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| With you in the Emerald City
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| Chicago can be very cold
|
| It’s a bitter land of frost and snow
|
| But’s where my eyes did first behold
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| You in the Emerald City
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| Stay with me this afternoon
|
| Hand to me my glass and spoon
|
| My only delight is in being with you
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| Again in the Emerald City
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| Stay with me this afternoon
|
| Hand to me my glass and spoon
|
| My only delight is in being with you
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| Again in the Emerald City
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| Stay with me this afternoon
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| Hand to me my glass and spoon
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| My only delight is in being with you
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| Again in the Emerald City |