C      G7                C 
By the shores of old Lake Michigan 
          F         F#      C 
Where the hawk wind blows so cold 
   F   F#         C         C/A 
An old Cub fan lay dying 
       D7                G7 
In his midnight hour that tolled 

{as above} 

'Round his bed, his friends had all gathered 

They knew his time was short 

And on his head the put this bright blue cap 

From his all-time favorite sport 

He told them "it's late and its getting dark in here" 

And I know its time to go 

But before I leave the line-up 

There's just one thing I'd like to know 
 
(Chorus, sung)  
       C             C7 
Do they still play the blues in Chicago 
    F                      C 
When baseball season rolls around 
         F 
When the snow melts away, 
       C 
Do the Cubbies still play 
         D7                G7 
In their ivy covered burial ground? 
    C                        C7 
When I was a boy they were my pride and joy 
    F                     C 
But now they only bring fatigue 
       F 
To the home of the brave 
    C        
The land of the free 
       D7             G7       C 
And the doormat of the National League