Chicago River Delta Blues

It's like Sno-Blowin' Baby...
Sno-Blowin' into the wind.
And I'm thinkin' that maybe...
there's a finger I can't bend.
The ice crystals they may sting,
but you know the pain they bring,
ain't nothin' to the way you left me cold.
Yeah, it's like Sno-Blowin' Baby,
But THIS wind cuts right through my soul.