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The Chicago Kid

by Rebecca Loebe

 

Well I was born in south Florida

And left there to die

I spent 18 long years in the weeds

I found it hard to believe in 

The changing of seasons

The leaves only turned on TV

Mmm

 

And now I'll fly if I have to

Though I would swim twice as long

To be the one she'll press her back to

I am Chicago, go, going gone

 

I showed her the stoplight

My daddy must have fixed right

Before he left, a whisper in the wind

She kissed me like a church bell

Lord she loved me like an anvil

And I haven't had her out of my mind since

 

And so my grandma told me 

That I've got his body

And I don't think she meant it unkind

So I'll keep punching these time cards 

And studying the fine art of working my way up

In that girls mind

 

And now I'll fly if I have to

Though I would swim twice as long

To be the one she'll press her back to

I am Chicago, go, going gone

 

One if by land

Two if by sea

Three little words

Made a bird out of me

 

Well I was born in south Florida

And left this July

18 years served me just fine

So tell the boss I'm off to marry

A sweet daughter of the prairie

And to kiss it where the sun'll

Never shine

 

And now I'll fly cuz I have to

Though I would swim twice as long

To be the one she'll press her back to

I am Chicago, go, going gone

I was born in South Florida let me die in her arms

I'm Chicago, go, going, gone.

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MANAGEMENTRalph Jaccodine. rjaccodine@gmail.com (617.393.9800)

US CLUB & FESTIVAL BOOKING: Mary Granata. mary@granataagency.com (973.208.7291)

RECORD LABEL: Blue Corn Musicdaria@bluecornmusic.com

PUBLICITY: Nick Loss-Eaton. nick.losseaton@gmail.com

EMAIL REBECCA: rebecca@rebeccaloebe.com