Treasure Island

Morgan Michaels


Chicago


I'm goin' to Chicago
I'm goin' back that way, someday
I'm headin' back to Chicago.

I'm goin back to Chicago
And you know I mean to stay
At the Hotel Blackstone when I go.

Though winds may winge and blow
Off th' lake and freeze my face;
Though it may heavily snow

Sideways and hit ten below,
It'll be warm at my baby's place-
That much I do know.

I'm gonna' ride that old Metro
To th' museum down the way-
See Mista's Wood and Georgie Bellows, too.

There I'll sip pernod
All day
And watch the icicles grow
When I go back to Chicago.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 08, 2014
Edited: Friday, June 27, 2014

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