G                             C 
In this cold windy city of Chicago 
  
G                                D7 
Here I stand I'm a-waiting for a train 

G                       C 
Lord I wish had lots of money 
  
  G            D7                G 
Tonight I'd go home on a big jet plane 




                              C 
But I can't even buy a cup of coffee  

G                                 D7 
And my spirits they are a-bending low 

G                          C 
With the wind to my back I stand along the track 
  
        G          D7         G 
In this cold windy city of Chicago 




          D7                                 G 
Blow wind blow  your fingers are colder than snow 


And Lord I've never been 

C 
Where I didn't have a friend 

         G          D7         G 
Till the cold windy city of Chicago 




                              C 
In this cold windy city of Chicago  

G                                 D7 
Lord the wind it chills me to the bone 

G                         C 
And I never realized in a town of this size 
  
      G                 D7          G 
How a man could feel so low and all alone 




                                   C 
In the distance I hear the train a coming 
  
G                               D7 
And the whistle mourns soft and low 

G                             C 
You can almost hear it say be glad you're on your way 
  
         G          D7         G 
From the cold windy city of Chicago 




          D7                                 G 
Blow wind blow  your fingers are colder than snow 


And Lord I've never been 

C 
Where I didn't have a friend 

         G          D7         G 
Till the cold windy city of Chicago 



  
                    D7         G 
Till the cold windy city of Chicago