Room 57 in the midnight hour,
I´m fresh out of coffee and the cream turned sour.
I´m thinkin´ ´bout the people I´ve been talkin´ to,
Been here a long time and nobody knew.
Ain´t it shame, ain´t it a pity, the bluebird´s gone from the windy city.

What a shame, what a shame,
What a shame, what a shame.

Good music on the radio,
A whole lotta people don´t wanna know.
They say that black is black and white is white,
You can´t cross over ´cause it don´t seem right.
Ain´t it shame, ain´t it a pity, the bluebird´s gone from the windy city.

What a shame, what a shame,
What a shame, what a shame.

[Rod - Solo]

Ain´t it shame, ain´t it a pity, the bluebird´s gone from the windy city.

What a shame, what a shame,
What a shame, what a shame.