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I'm going outI'm going run around with the fellasThe fellas and meWe happen to be close relativesWe know a lucky number barIt stays open 'til 4When the chips are downMy fellas come through for meWhen the chips are downThey play guitar for meWe have sincerityI'm going to get a beerI'm going to get a beerBut I will return my dearWe're going to get a beerWe're going to get a beerI will return my dearYes we have a sincerityI'm going to get a beerThe corner of Wrightwood and LincolnChicago, ChicagoYou're my kind of town, you're my kind of townYou're my kind of town andI will return, I will return, I will return, I will return From Letras Mania