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Now this spruce is filled with sweat And this rosewood with blood If I could cash it in for something, babe, I promise you I would If my heart is in these songs, then what's left in my chest? Other than that cold from the east, what else do I have left? And if the North knows me, guess I'm doing alright Takes more than want to keep these songs I sing alive And I hope they think these words mean plenty I just hope that they remember me, remember me in Windy City If a Southern man's music survives the North, well then surely I can let go of these "not yet"s and drop all this worry 'Cause there's prices to pay, and there's people yet to pay 'em And I hope I stand on by, babe, and I hope it's not me paying 'Cause If the North knows me, guess I'm doing alright Takes more than want to keep these songs I sing alive And I hope they think these words mean plenty I just hope that they remember me, remember me in Windy City If the North knows me, guess I'm doing alright Takes more than want to keep these songs I sing alive And I hope they think these words mean plenty I just hope that they remember me, remember me in Windy City From Letras Mania