By the shores of old Lake Michigan Where the hawk wind blows so cold An old Cub fan lay dying In his midnight hour that tolled ’Round his bed his friends had all gathered They knew his time was short And on his head the put this bright blue cap From his all-time favorite sport He told them "it’s late and its getting dark in here" And I know its time to go But before I leave the line-up There’s just one thing I’d like to know (Chorus sung) Do they still play the blues in Chicago When baseball season rolls around When the snow melts away Do the Cubbies still play In their ivy covered burial ground? When I was a boy they were my pride and joy But now they only bring fatigue To the home of the brave The land of the free And the doormat of the National League