Lyrics: Caronte 2024 Inoxidables Channel https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCtBhQA-ZhNtDzAm9IJB5_xw Podcast go.ivoox.com/sq/2330386 Thanks!! The wind's like a razor, cuts straight through my coat, Chicago in winter, it grabs at your throat. But inside the club, the air’s soft and sweet, With a whiskey in hand and the blues at my feet. Come to Chicago, where the stories are told, The music is fire, though the nights are cold. Buddy Guy, Muddy Waters, let the rhythm play, Warm your soul, let the blues take you away. A cigarette glows in the dim smoky light, The band keeps it rollin', deep into the night. Elmore James on the speakers, slide guitar so fine, And the crowd sways along, lost in the time. Come to Chicago, where the stories are told, The music is fire, though the nights are cold. Buddy Guy, Muddy Waters, let the rhythm play, Warm your soul, let the blues take you away. When the clock strikes three, and the band’s packed up tight, There’s a place down Illinois, open all night. Billy Goat's grill, with a burger to spare, Sinks the blues in my belly, not a care anywhere. Come to Chicago, where the stories are told, The music is fire, though the nights are cold. Buddy Guy, Muddy Waters, let the rhythm play, Warm your soul, let the blues take you away. So when the snow falls, and the streets turn white, Grab your coat, find the neon light. In the heart of the city, the blues call your name, Chicago in winter, you’ll never feel the same.
