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