The Night Chicago Died

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