Christmas In Chicago

Well, I work up this mornin'
The snow was fallin' on the ground
Yes I woke up this mornin'
The snow was fallin' on the ground
And its Christmas in Chicago
And my baby can't be found

If they find me in a snow rift
With a bottle in my hand
They might find me in a snowdrift
With a bottle in my hand
Cause my baby left with Santa
When he put that diamond on her hand

Well, I'm gonna leave this town tomorrow
Gonna pack up my sack and go
I'm gonna leave this town tomorrow
Gonna pack up my sack and go
Well, its Christmas in Chicago
Its the coldest place I know.