Lyrics of the Day

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, with the forces of the law.

I heard my mamma 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 mamma cry. I heard her pray the night Chicago died.
Brother, what a night it really was.
Brother what a fight it really was.
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 mamma 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 mamma cry. I heard her pray the night Chicago died.
Brother, what a night it really was.
Brother what a fight it really was.
Yes, indeed.

And there was no sound at all but the clock upon the wall.
Then the door burst open wide and my daddy stepped inside.
And he kissed my mamma's face and he 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.

Paper Lace: The Night Chicago Died