Well, I work up this mornin' The snow was fallin' on the ground Yes I woke up this mornin' The snow was fallin' on the ground And its Christmas in Chicago And my baby can't be found If they find me in a snow rift With a bottle in my hand They might find me in a snowdrift With a bottle in my hand Cause my baby left with Santa When he put that diamond on her hand Well, I'm gonna leave this town tomorrow Gonna pack up my sack and go I'm gonna leave this town tomorrow Gonna pack up my sack and go Well, its Christmas in Chicago Its the coldest place I know.