In Chicago Songtext
von Skip Haynes

Put the pedal to the metal on a big double nickel
Coming off 55
Take it down South with Dangerous Dan Ryan
Or you can Lake Shore Drive
A Saturday′s child, magnificent miles
If you know what I mean
You get lost, you might get caught
And spun up in a web on the street of dreams

Oh, oh, how the wind does blow
In Chicago, in Chicago

The way she talks, the way she walks
Makes you feel alive
Shoot straight from the shoulder my friend
'Cause she doesn′t take the jive
I got to love those boys from Illinois
Rascal native sons
Of all the cities in this whole world
There is only one


Oh, oh, how the wind does blow
In Chicago, in Chicago

She's Chicago, she's my home
If you don′t like it then leave it alone
In my heart, don′t matter where I roam
Thinking of home, sweet home
Chicago

Got the big mix, got the big fix
Ain't a living black and white
She got the beat and she got the heat
She got the skyline music late at night
Big, big city, sitting pretty
Fine as she can be
Lean to the East, lean to the West
Living in the middle is the place to be

Oh, oh, how the wind does blow
In Chicago, in Chicago


She′s Chicago, she's my home
If you don′t like it then leave it alone
In my heart, don't matter where I roam
Thinking of home, sweet home
Chicago

Yeah, Chicago
Yeah, Chicago
In Chicago