| And there’s a home time coming in this big city-town
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| I got a dollar in my pocket and my feet on the ground
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| In the morning a fast train gonna take me right down
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| To the center of the city, and to the center of the town
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| And when I step off of that train into them streets, I’m gon' say
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| I got a dollar in my pocket and my feet here to stay
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| Got a dollar in my pocket, baby
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| And my feet, my feet on the ground
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| I got a dollar in my pocket, baby
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| And my feet on the ground
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| And here God was a sailor on that ocean so blue
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| He’d see the world from the water, but his heart would stay true
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| And he would curse down the waves as they rose and fell
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| For taking him from his city and from the wind on his shores
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| And when he step off of that boat onto that dock and kneel and pray
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| And thank God for not taking his soul away
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| Got a dollar in my pocket, baby
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| And my feet on the ground
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| I got a dollar in my pocket, baby
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| And my feet on the ground
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| It seems I’ve been walking now, for years at a time
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| Come through hell and high water, come through desert and pine
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| And in these boots I worn down, the miles to the store
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| Just need a city with broad shoulders where I can later rest my bones
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| And when I reach that city and from that Market Square
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| I’ll cry, Thank God for Chicago, and the wind that she bears, yeah!
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| Got a dollar in my pocket, baby
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| And my feet on the ground
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| Got a dollar in my pocket, baby
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| And my feet on the ground |