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Beach Weary Winter Blues
by Hal Stephens
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Touch down at O'Hare in the AM
Weary of this ill December heat
It's the wrong time of year
To be covered in sweat
So I'm shaking all the sand off my feet
I like a little chill with my winter
A cozy yuletide scene as the flakes swing down
It's like Jazz when I'm rollin with my baby
Arm and arm through 'ol Chi-town
Catch a cab to State for some flavor
Grab a dog and some knock-off perfume
And that 4 o'clock wind
Gonna cut to the bone
Then we'll turn the heat up back in the room
I like a little chill with my winter
A cozy yuletide scene as the flakes swing down
It's like Jazz when I'm rollin with my baby
Arm and arm through 'ol Chi-town
Get down at The Green Mill 'round midnight
Drink gin while some bad sax men duel
Cuz when that city burns
It gets hotter than hot
Yeah, I don't know how they keep it so cool
I like a little chill with my winter
A cozy yuletide scene as the flakes swing down
It's like Jazz when I'm rollin with my baby
Arm and arm through ol Chi-town
Touch down at O'Hare in the AM
Weary of this ill December heat
It's the wrong time of year
To be covered in sweat
So I'm shaking all the sand off my feet
I like a little chill with my winter
A cozy yuletide scene as the flakes swing down
It's like Jazz when I'm rollin with my baby
Arm and arm through 'ol Chi-town
Catch a cab to State for some flavor
Grab a dog and some knock-off perfume
And that 4 o'clock wind
Gonna cut to the bone
Then we'll turn the heat up back in the room
I like a little chill with my winter
A cozy yuletide scene as the flakes swing down
It's like Jazz when I'm rollin with my baby
Arm and arm through 'ol Chi-town
Get down at The Green Mill 'round midnight
Drink gin while some bad sax men duel
Cuz when that city burns
It gets hotter than hot
Yeah, I don't know how they keep it so cool
I like a little chill with my winter
A cozy yuletide scene as the flakes swing down
It's like Jazz when I'm rollin with my baby
Arm and arm through ol Chi-town
