Now this spruce is filled with sweat
And this rosewood with blood
If I could cash it in for somethin’ babe
I promise you I would
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 doin’ alright
Takes more than want to keep these songs I sing alive
And I hope they think these words mean plenty
And I just hope that they remember me, ‘member mе
In Windy City
If a southern man’s music
Survives the north, wеll 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 payin’ ’cause
If the north knows me, guess I’m doin’ alright
Takes more than want to keep these songs I sing alive
And I hope they think these words mean plenty
And I just hope that they remember me, ‘member me
In Windy City
If the north knows me, guess I’m doin’ alright
Takes more than want to keep these songs I sing alive
And I hope they think these words mean plenty
And I just hope that they remember me, ‘member me
In Windy City
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