I was born in Chicago

[Blues harp intro] [Intro] [guitar solo] [Verse 1] [A] I was born in Chicago, where the wind blows cold [A7] Raised on the South Side, with blues in my soul [D7] Mama played piano, daddy strummed guitar [A] knew from the cradle, I wouldn't get far [E7] Without music in my blood, and a song in my heart [A] That's how my Chicago blues story did start [Chorus] [A] Chicago blues, runnin' through my veins [D7] Chicago blues, ease all my pains [A] From the streets of the Windy City [E7] To smoky bars where the music ain't pretty [A] But it sure feels right, oh so right [guitar solo] [Verse 2] [A] Saved up my nickels, bought a beat-up guitar [A7] Practiced till my fingers bled, dreamin' of being a star [D7] Met a harmonica player down on Maxwell Street [A] His rhythm was solid, his licks were sweet [E7] Said, "Kid, you got potential, let's start a band" [A] That's when my Chicago blues journey began [Chorus] [A] Chicago blues, runnin' through my veins [D7] Chicago blues, ease all my pains [A] From the streets of the Windy City [E7] To smoky bars where the music ain't pretty [A] But it sure feels right, oh so right [guitar solo] [Verse 3] [A] Found us a drummer with hands like thunder [A7] Bass player so smooth, made you stop and wonder [D7] We played every dive from the South to the North [A] For tips in a jar and whatever they'd put forth [E7] Nights were long, the pay was low [A] But we had that Chicago blues flow [guitar solo] [Chorus] [A] Chicago blues, runnin' through my veins [D7] Chicago blues, ease all my pains [A] From the streets of the Windy City [E7] To smoky bars where the music ain't pretty [A] But it sure feels right, oh so right [guitar solo] [Outro] [A] Born in Chicago, raised on the blues [D7] Got a band, got a sound, got nothin' to lose [A] We may not be famous, might not be rich [E7] But we've got that Chicago blues itch [A] And it sure feels right, oh so right