Chicago
Pat O'Bryan and Friends
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Halstead Street in a smoky bar
A ghost straps on an old guitar
Takes one last drag on his cigarette
Settles in for the final set
A shot of whiskey, a hidden gun
A flash of lightning on highway 61
In Chicago
He hits a lick like a lightning flash
Sings a story of a one car crash
Taking flight on a freeway ramp
Smell the fear coming off his amp
You can almost see that t-bird flying
You can hear his guitar crying
In Chicago
Lays his guitar in a battered case
Wipes the sweat running down his face
He drinks one last round, shakes one more hand
Decides to leave while he still can
He leaves the blues hanging in the air
They wait for you. you'll find them there
In Chicago