Sunshine In Chicago

Pulling my guitar out of its green velvet case

A hundred setlists are staring at my face

And a note from a fan there is stiff and yellow

A notice of inspection from Air Canada

Sitting at the Days Inn hotel, Chicago

Room 222 with the ceiling fan low

And I just got in the door from Ontario

And I'm going on tomorrow

I took a walk down to Lincoln Avenue

Got myself a foot massage and a manicure too

And I looked up at the marquee

And hey it was my name!

Next to Julie Holland, think that was her name

Sunshine in Chicago makes me think about my Dad

It was 8 or 9 siblings I am told that he had

When summertime came, his parents put him on a bus

And sent him to his Uncle's in Chicago for three months

Sunshine in Chicago makes me feel pretty sad

My band played here a lot in the '90s when we had

Lots of female fans and fuck, they all were cute

Now I just sign posters for guys in tennis shoes

Tomorrow I'll get up at a quarter after nine

No itching or burning like I got the other time

My back, it fucking hurts, but otherwise I'm fine

Sunshine in Chicago, sunshine in Chicago