Chicago
And there's a home time coming in this big city-town
I got a dollar in my pocket and my feet on the ground
In the morning a fast train gonna take me right down
To the center of the city, and to the center of the town
And when I step off of that train into them streets, I'm gon' say
I got a dollar in my pocket and my feet here to stay
Got a dollar in my pocket, baby
And my feet, my feet on the ground
I got a dollar in my pocket, baby
And my feet on the ground
And here God was a sailor on that ocean so blue
He'd see the world from the water, but his heart would stay true
And he would curse down the waves as they rose and fell
For taking him from his city and from the wind on his shores
And when he step off of that boat onto that dock and kneel and pray
And thank God for not taking his soul away
Got a dollar in my pocket, baby
And my feet on the ground
I got a dollar in my pocket, baby
And my feet on the ground
It seems I've been walking now, for years at a time
Come through hell and high water, come through desert and pine
And in these boots I worn down, the miles to the store
Just need a city with broad shoulders where I can later rest my bones
And when I reach that city and from that Market Square
I'll cry, Thank God for Chicago, and the wind that she bears, yeah!
Got a dollar in my pocket, baby
And my feet on the ground
Got a dollar in my pocket, baby
And my feet on the ground
I got a dollar in my pocket and my feet on the ground
In the morning a fast train gonna take me right down
To the center of the city, and to the center of the town
And when I step off of that train into them streets, I'm gon' say
I got a dollar in my pocket and my feet here to stay
Got a dollar in my pocket, baby
And my feet, my feet on the ground
I got a dollar in my pocket, baby
And my feet on the ground
And here God was a sailor on that ocean so blue
He'd see the world from the water, but his heart would stay true
And he would curse down the waves as they rose and fell
For taking him from his city and from the wind on his shores
And when he step off of that boat onto that dock and kneel and pray
And thank God for not taking his soul away
Got a dollar in my pocket, baby
And my feet on the ground
I got a dollar in my pocket, baby
And my feet on the ground
It seems I've been walking now, for years at a time
Come through hell and high water, come through desert and pine
And in these boots I worn down, the miles to the store
Just need a city with broad shoulders where I can later rest my bones
And when I reach that city and from that Market Square
I'll cry, Thank God for Chicago, and the wind that she bears, yeah!
Got a dollar in my pocket, baby
And my feet on the ground
Got a dollar in my pocket, baby
And my feet on the ground
Credits
Writer(s): David Michael Supica, Gregory Michael Hommert, Benjamin James Azzi, Benjamin Jon Ringel, Charles Dylan Fitch
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