The Night Chicago Died

<br>Daddy was a cop on the east side of Chicago<br>Back in the USA<br>back in the bad old days.<br><br>In the heat of a summer night<br>In the land of the dollar bill.<br>When the town of Chicago died<br>And they talk about it still<br>When a man named Al Capone<br>Tried to make that town his own.<br>And he called his gang to war<br>With the forces of the law.<br><br>I heard my Mama cry<br>I heard her pray the night Chicago died.<br>Brother<br>what a night it really was<br>Brother<br>what a fight it really was.<br>Glory be.<br>I heard my Mama cry<br>I heard her pray the night Chicago died.<br>Brother<br>what a night the people saw<br>Brother<br>what a fight the people saw.<br>Yes<br>indeed<br><br>And the sound of the battle rang<br>Trough the streets of the old east side.<br>Till the last of the hoodlum gang<br>Had surrendered up or died.<br>There was shouting in the street<br>And the sound of running feet.<br>And I asked someone who said:<br>`Bout a hundred cops are dead<br>.<br><br>I heard my Mama cry<br>. . .<br><br>Then there was no sound at all<br>But the clock upon the wall<br>Then the door burst open wide<br>And my Daddy stepped inside<br>And he kissed my Mama`s face<br>And he brushed her tears away<br>The night Chicago died.<br><br>The night Chicago died<br><br>Brother what a night the people saw<br>Brother what a fight the people saw<br>Yes indeed.<br><br>The night Chicago died<br>The night Chicago died<br>Brother<br>what a night it really was<br>Brother<br>what a fight it really was<br>Glory be.