Lyrics:

Now this spruce is filled with sweat
And this rosewood with blood
If I could cash it in for something, babe, I promise you I would
If my heart is in these songs, then what's left in my chest?
Other than that cold from the east, what else do I have left?
And if the North knows me, guess I'm doing alright
Takes more than want to keep these songs I sing alive
And I hope they think these words mean plenty
I just hope that they remember me, remember me in Windy City
If a Southern man's music survives the North, well then surely
I can let go of these "not yets" and drop all these worries
'Cause there's prices to pay, and there's people yet to pay 'em
And I hope I stand on by, babe, and I hope it's not me paying, 'cause
If the North knows me, guess I'm doing alright
Takes more than want to keep these songs I sing alive
And I hope they think these words mean plenty
I just hope that they remember me, remember me in Windy City

If the North knows me, guess I'm doing alright
Takes more than want to keep these songs I sing alive
And I hope they think these words mean plenty
I just hope that they remember me, remember me in Windy City