Windy City

Original

Now this spruce is filled with sweat and this rosewood with blood.

If I could cash it in for something, babe, I promise you I would.

And if my heart is in these songs, then what's left in my chest other than that cold from the east?

What else do I have left?

And if the North knows me, guess I'm doing all right.

Takes more than one to keep these songs I sing alive.

And I hope they think these words mean plenty.

And I just hope that they remember me, remember me in Windy City.

If a southern man's music survives the North, well, then surely

I can let go of these not yets and drop all this worry 'cause there's prices to pay, and there's people yet to pay 'em.

And I hope I stand on by, babe, and I hope it's not me paying 'em.

'Cause if the North knows me, guess I'm doing all right.

Takes more than one to keep these songs I sing alive.

And I hope they think these words mean plenty.

And I just hope that they remember me, remember me in Windy City.

If the North knows me, guess I'm doing all right.

Takes more than one to keep these songs I sing alive.

And I hope they think these words mean plenty.

And I just hope that they remember me, remember me in Windy City.