“Carefree McGee,”
that’s what they’d call me.
I lived fast and good –
wouldn’t take it any other way.
Till I met her -
Chicago rose -
And saw that maybe slow could be okay, who knows?
But you live slow and things catch up with you.
Like bullets.
I’m gonna miss my Chicago rose.
that’s what they’d call me.
I lived fast and good –
wouldn’t take it any other way.
Till I met her -
Chicago rose -
And saw that maybe slow could be okay, who knows?
But you live slow and things catch up with you.
Like bullets.
I’m gonna miss my Chicago rose.
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