Have you ever heard the story of the Windy City Man? Well, he's a product of the house of cards that fell from an iron hand Picture him cool strolling, on a mission to the East He listened to the howling winds They called him They called him
Like just a few before him he found his piece of mind Trapped between what could have been and who he's soon to find There's a calling, a calling coming down the empty road There must be calmer days for the Windy City Man
He moved like rolling foothills tap dancing spurs cut through the dirt Stepped across the old state line, one closer to the show In the distance the brass is skipping across the waters of the world It's easy to put down the past when the future's paved with gold
This is the Windy City Man Gone are the days of the iron hand Grounded, on fire, protect the noise That's the Windy City ManTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
