Winter in Chicago

In this land of the bitter cold, where the dead still have their say

Winter storms that I've survived in, this year's the worst I've ever seen

More crooks than a rusty saw blade, yet the blues take it all away

Rail cars all herd together, 'cause they know that it's the place to be

An' it's alright

'Cause it's winter in Chicago and I'm stuck on Lake Shore Drive

And there's no work

The frost, it bites

'Cause it's winter in Chicago and the Hawks are on tonight

Yeah, it's alright

Big shoulders of the windy city carry more, 'cause they take the reins

Big mouths do a lot of talking, carve an "X" in the good old runway

But still a place of progress if you know how to play the game

Hey, boss, now here's my story

Another day goes by on the Midwest plain

An' it's alright

'Cause it's winter in Chicago and I'm stuck on Lake Shore Drive

An' there's no work

The frost, it bites

'Cause it's winter in Chicago and the Hawks are on tonight

Yeah, it's alright

Until it's 2 o'clock in the morning, just too early in the morning

And the world comes crashing down around

So hard to win, gotta face the world and start again

An' it's alright

'Cause it's winter in Chicago and I'm stuck on Lake Shore Drive

An' there's no work

The frost, it bites

'Cause its winter in Chicago and the Hawks are on tonight

Yeah, it's alright

Yeah, it's alright

Yeah, it's alright

Yeah, it's alright

Yeah, it's alright (alright, alright)

Yeah, it's alright (alright, alright)

Yeah, it's alright (alright, alright)

Yeah, it's alright