I just blew in from the Windy City. The Windy City is mighty purty, But they ain't got whut we got- no, siree! They got shacks up to seven stories, Never see any mornin' glories- But, a step from our doorway, we got 'em fer free. They got those minstrel shows, Purty ladies in the big chapeaux, Private lawns, public parks- Fer the sake of civic virtue They got fountains there that squirt you- I just blew in from the Windy City, The Windy City is mighty purty, But they ain't got whut we got! I'm tellin' ya, boys- We got more life in Deadwood City Than in all of Illinois! On the street was a dancin' feller, All dressed up in a suit of yeller, An' the dance that he did there went sump'n like this. (Whistle! More!) Ya should've seen me a-winder-shoppin', A-winder-shoppin' with my eyes a-poppin' At the sights that ya see there- yes, siree! Press a bell and a moment later Up ya go in an elevator, Just as fast as a polecat a-climbin' a tree. I heard claim hundreds came To a thing they call a baseball game. Ceegar stores, revolvin' doors- Men wear sideburns, an' they orter, 'Cause a haircut costs a quarter! I just blew in from the Windy City, The Windy City is mighty purty, But they ain't got whut we got. I'm tellin' ya, boys, I ain't a-swappin' half of Deadwood fer the whole of Illinois!