^GIn this cold windy city of Chi^Ccago ^GHere I stand I’m a-waiting for ^D7a train

^GLord I wish had lots of ^Cmoney To^Gnight I’d g^D7o home on a big je^Gt plane

But I can't even buy a cup of ^Ccoffee ^GAnd my spirits they are a-bending ^D7low

^GWith the wind to my back I ^Cstand along the track In this ^Gcold windy ^D7city of Chi^Gcago

Blow wind ^D7blow your fingers are colder than ^Gsnow

And Lord I’ve never been

^CWhere I didn't have a friend Till the ^Gcold windy ^D7city of Chi^Gcago

In this cold windy city of Chi^Ccago ^GLord the wind it chills me to the ^D7bone

^GAnd I never realized in a ^Ctown of this size How a ^Gman could feel so ^D7low and all ^Galone

In the distance I hear the train a ^Ccoming ^GAnd the whistle mourns soft and ^D7low

^GYou can almost hear it say be ^Cglad you're on your way From the ^Gcold windy ^D7city of Chi^Gcago

Blow wind ^D7blow your fingers are colder than ^Gsnow

And Lord I’ve never been

^CWhere I didn't have a friend Till the ^Gcold windy ^D7city of Chi^Gcago

Till the cold windy ^D7city of Chi^Gcago

Boxcar Willie - Cold windy city of chicago