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They brag on Chicago
Like it's still eighteen seventy-three
Claimin' it's a Windy City
But barely shakes the trees
Out here in Dodge City
Wind has some real power
When the tumbleweeds
Go after your truck
40 miles per hour
Cause nothing stops the wind in Dodge
It leans on every door
Strolls down that one main drag
Like it owns the hardware store
No hills
No trees
Just tight hats
And gravel in your grin
Boot Hill's flat
But the joke's on us
Cause nothing stops the wind
One lone high-rise
Four stories to the sky
Wind hits that brick
Like it's daring it to fly
They say out here
It'll gust to ninety-three
Doesn't even bother
Spinning up a twister in between
Cause nothing stops the wind in Dodge
It hums through window frames
Steals your hat
Your breath
Your plans
Then laughs and yells your name
No hills
No trees
Just loud talk
And grit beneath your skin
Boot Hill's flat
But the joke's on us
Cause nothing stops the wind
Is it cursed or is it a blessing?
Kinda both, I guess my friend
Oh yeah
You learn to lean a little sideways
You learn when to tilt in
Cause nothing stops the wind in Dodge
I feel sorry for the thin
If you're still standin' by sundown
You're prob'ly next of kin
No hills
No trees
Just loud talk
One eye watchin
What's blowin' in
Boot Hill's flat
But the joke's on us
Cause nothing stops the wind
Yeah, nothing stops the wind