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!