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.