Pulling my guitar out of its green velvet case A hundred setlists staring at my face And a note from a fan is stiff and yellow And 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 home 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 eight or nine siblings I am told that he had When the summertime came his parents put him on a bus And sent him to his uncles 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