Chicago

I come from a land where the winters are long and cold

Where the ice crawls over the lake and the strong winds blow

Where old men are tough and tell tales of old

A sore back for a hard day's work used to feed their souls

Chicago, I never knew I'd miss you till I left and came back

Chicago, I never knew how much I'd miss you till I left and came back

My father was a steel working man

With an old style in his hand he used to stomp across these lands

We buried him here between Roosevelt and 110

I still visit his grave every now and then