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A    B    C#m     B

B    E         F#m           B
Well I came to Chicago in 1869.
      A         B                  E
And I took me a place in Connely's patch.
               C#m      F#m            B
Started on the railroad working the UP line and
A             B                E
walking those endless miles of track.
       A          B             E              C#m
Laying down those crossties and banging on the steel
A                 B
in the cold wind and rain.
     A      B        E              C#m
From Palmer House, down to Marshall Fields,
A                         B
oh every day was just the same.

           A   B      E    C#m
But at the end of the day,
         A            B       E
we'd all wait for the horn to blow.
          A    B   E    A
Then we'd make our way
            F#m     B       E
down to the bars on Whiskey Row.

A     B     E

E           A            F#m                    B
Over in the stockyards the packers are winding down,
           A        B               E
they're all waiting for the closing sign.
                 C#m         A                 B
They'll rush the front gates they'll storm the town,
          A          B              E
and we'll take their seats upon the line.
           A              B              E             C#m
With their glasses on the counter, their feet upon the rail.
A                      B
a friendly smile and hello.
        A                B           E             C#m
All the laughing getting louder with every passing tale,
A                            B
those golden days on Whiskey Row.

B          A   B      E    C#m
And at the end of the day,
         A            B       E
we'd all wait for the horn to blow.
          A    B   E    A
Then we'd make our way
            F#m     B       E
down to the bars on Whiskey Row.

A     B      E

E                    F#m
Now Palmer House has fallen.
F#m                  B
The cars are off the tracks,
          A        B                  E
and there ain't no more of Courthouse Square.
E               C#m      A                B
Nothing is left standing over at Connelys Patch
           A      B                 E
since that mighty fire tore through there.
        A        B           E              C#m
Oh, but some day soon she'll rise up to the sky,
A                           B
Over the rivers, flames and smoke.
         A        B       E              C#m
And she'll keep a lookout with a mothers eye,
A                        B
over her boys on Whiskey Row,

B          A   B      E    C#m
And at the end of the day,
         A            B       E
we'd all wait for the horn to blow.
          A    B   E    A
Then we'd make our way
            F#m     B       E
down to the bars on Whiskey Row.

            F#m     B       E
down to the bars on Whiskey Row.
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