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Pulling my guitar out of its green velvet case |
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A hundred settlers staring at my face |
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And a note from a fan estan young |
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And the note is on an inspection from air Canada |
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Sitting at the Days Inn Hotel Chicago |
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Room 222 with the ceiling fan on low |
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And I just got in the door from Ontario |
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And I'm going home tomorrow |
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I took a walk down Lincoln Avenue |
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Got myself a foot massage and a manicure too |
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And I Looked up at the marquee and hey was my name |
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Next to Julie Holland, think that was her name |
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Sunshine in Chicago makes me think about my dad |
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It was eight or nine siblings that I'm told that he had |
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When the summertime came his parents put him on a bus |
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And sent him to his uncles in Chicago for three months |
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Sunshine in Chicago makes me sad |
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My band played here a lot in the nineties when we had |
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A lot of female fans and fuck they all were cute |
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Now I just sign posters for guys in tennis shoes |
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Tomorrow I'll get up at a quarter after nine |
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No itching or burning like I got the other time |
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My back it fucking hurts but otherwise I'm fine |
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Sunshine in Chicago |
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Sunshine in Chicago |
