When I was down in Georgia, reading
the Chicago news,
Say, when I was down in Georgia, reading the Chicago news,
Now, I wasn't satisfied; I got those Windy City blues.
Then I came up out of Georgia, green
as I could be,
I met a Chicago woman; she said, "Come and go with me."
She asked me if I had any money, but was I broke as I could be.
She said, "Look here, young woman,
you're young and I am so old,
And you're in dear old Chicago, where there's plenty of gold,
You'll have to use your head to get it; there's easy ways I've been told."
When we get up to her house, up
on the second floor,
I saw the head of a man, peepin' from every door;
I said, "You better get me outa here
Before it is too late, too late, too late.
Just the sight of all these men gives me the belly-ache."
I've got those Windy City blues,
blue as I can be.
I've got those Windy City blues, blue as I can be.
'Cause all those Chicago men have made a doggone fool of me.
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